The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their village, and attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
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*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
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*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their village, and attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
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*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their village, and attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
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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)
*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
*history? Or will he find nothing?*
*You can try history*
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*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their village, and attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
Timber looks really mad now. The vision shifts, and a kind-looking human cultist is carrying a crying baby Timber as other cultists chase him. The kind-looking man sets Timber in a cart full of potatoes, and smiles at her, his smile good and comforting, in contrast to Timbers's sobs. He places a hand on her head, and closes his eyes. "I am sorry, child. May this gift sustain you through the cursed life I have brought you." A holy light shines over Timber, and the cart departs as the other cultists catch up with the kind-looking man and begin to attack him mercilessly...
*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
*history? Or will he find nothing?*
*You can try history*
19
That fails
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The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their villagfailsJalno attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
Timber looks really mad now. The vision shifts, and a kind-looking human cultist is carrying a crying baby Timber as other cultists chase him. The kind-looking man sets Timber in a cart full of potatoes, and smiles at her, his smile good and comforting, in contrast to Timbers's sobs. He places a hand on her head, and closes his eyes. "I am sorry, child. May this gift sustain you through the cursed life I have brought you." A holy light shines over Timber, and the cart departs as the other cultists catch up with the kind-looking man and begin to attack him mercilessly...
Kalnor looks at Timber, seeming concerned for them, while the swords continue
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*she can. Except that the doors and windows are locked.*
zya waits in the room with his arms crossed, hoping nothing happens
She climbs out "WHAT THE HELLS?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your sword is being homicidal, I did not realize it would teleport you. If you can control it you can leave... I just do not fancy getting death threats from a deranged metal stick."
She tries to leave "THE DOOR IS LOCKED! THIEF!"
"Calm down. Please, sit down. "
he pulls up a chair
"Look. I do not like kidnapping swords, but yours is trying to kill me and my friends. If you give me a day with your sword, I can get you a new one to defend yourself and perhaps remove whatever magic is making your sword homicidal. Otherwise, you can stay here till the tavernkeep can confiscate the murderous weapon."
"LET. ME. OUT. XORIUS!! MITHRIS, EVEN?!"
"please.... calm down. Please. I will let you go in a second."
a telepathic message is sent to the golden teifling
Crazed sword is attempting murder. Please come to my room or see Tikalae. Please
he unlocks the door
"You my friend, are a maniac. You can not ignore your surroundings because you feel like it."
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
She just glares, leaving the room
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
*history? Or will he find nothing?*
*You can try history*
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That fails
*wow.... well, he will spend the night not sleeping at all and teleporting around the planes to different libraries and places of knowledge. But I need to go to bed... so goodnight!*
The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their villagfailsJalno attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
Timber looks really mad now. The vision shifts, and a kind-looking human cultist is carrying a crying baby Timber as other cultists chase him. The kind-looking man sets Timber in a cart full of potatoes, and smiles at her, his smile good and comforting, in contrast to Timbers's sobs. He places a hand on her head, and closes his eyes. "I am sorry, child. May this gift sustain you through the cursed life I have brought you." A holy light shines over Timber, and the cart departs as the other cultists catch up with the kind-looking man and begin to attack him mercilessly...
Kalnor looks at Timbur, seeming concerned for them, while the swords continue
Timber stands in front of Kalnor, looking scared but determined. "If... if you want to hurt this guy... You'll have to get through me, first."
The magical swords are now swarming up, flying overhead as a dark chuckle echoes from them, seeming to point and dive at everyone one by one, pulling up at the last moment before they hit
Kalnor is terrified, Naivaeliania Ecliren just seems slightly confused, Tikalae seems to try to block it all out
Thirteen sighs. "What kind of joker is making the swords fly around?"
Timber yells and hides under the chair, crying again.
The laughing grows louder, the swords surrounding that chair a moment
Timber screams, a radiant light glows from them, and the swords halt in their flight for a moment.
*How exactly? Dispel magic will require an ability roll*
Oh okay, sorry. 18
*Also I changed what I wrote slightly.*
He feels a sort of recoil as he tries to cast the spell, as the swords just continue their flight "Find the angel. Bring it to me."
*They/she*
Timber covers her face with her paws. They don't know what to do and are having traumatic flashbacks of when human cultists attacked their villagfailsJalno attacked their mum...
The chuckling becomes full laughter, as the blades spin in and out
*I'm back, had to eat dinner*
Timber suddenly radiates a mental energy. Anyone in a 60 ft. sphere is bombarded with the memory of a tall female tabaxi snarling and leaping upon several robed humans with glowing swords, who attack her and kill her, and then pick up the sleeping tabaxi baby whose mother had been protecting so hard...
Kalnor seems very worried. The swords dont react
Timber crawls out from under the chair and attempts to run somewhere, anywhere.
They follow, laughter continuing "Bring the angel!"
Timber sobs "I d-don't know who you're t-talking about, please d-don't kill me..."
"If the angel is brought, you will be spared."
Thirteen stands up. "ENOUGH!!!" He points to his own sword. "You are my blade, so listen up, sucker! Leave innocent kids alone or I will grab you, pull you out of the blessing, and snap you in half! And if you want an angel found, maybe tell people who it is?"
Timber keeps sobbing, and the mental picture fastens into a strong male tabaxi attacking the human carrying young Timber. The human chuckles and stabs Timber's father, and continues on his march, as the tabaxi village burns behind him...
"Leopinal. Leopinal the Planetar."
"Huh, can't say I've met them. Well I could, but y'know, that would be a lie... Look, I'll try an' find them. Please don't attack kids." Thirteen is about to head to the librarby, when he stops. "Would I find them in a book, or do you need to tell me more about them?"
"Search the World of Oblivion"
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Cloud Of Swords." Thirteen heads for the libarby.
Timber, still crying, sees that the cloud of swords is distracted, and tries to run away.
It laughs at the running child, then switches main targets to Kalnor
Timber sees this, and tries to tackle one of the swords. "NO!"
*Should I make a strength check?*
Yup
3
He tackles.... The air
*She/they*
Timber growls, and grabs a sack that was conveniently lying around and throws it over the sword.
*Sorry... Meant she, missed the key* Roll attack
*Its fine*
11
Miss
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
Timber looks really mad now. The vision shifts, and a kind-looking human cultist is carrying a crying baby Timber as other cultists chase him. The kind-looking man sets Timber in a cart full of potatoes, and smiles at her, his smile good and comforting, in contrast to Timbers's sobs. He places a hand on her head, and closes his eyes. "I am sorry, child. May this gift sustain you through the cursed life I have brought you." A holy light shines over Timber, and the cart departs as the other cultists catch up with the kind-looking man and begin to attack him mercilessly...
Kalnor looks at Timbur, seeming concerned for them, while the swords continue
Timber stands in front of Kalnor, looking scared but determined. "If... if you want to hurt this guy... You'll have to get through me, first."
"N-no! Protect yourself... Please... Ill be fine!"
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Soldaer is sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of Feywine, and digging into a rather large plate of waffles.
Shade is walking throughout the tavern
Phantom is outside, enjoying the sun.
The elvish woman walks up to the tavern, and immediately her eyes snap to Phantom. *What type of dragon is he?*
*He's in his moon elf form, so unless you have truesight... If you do, he's a unique homebrew species of my own called a Phantom-Aura. I'll repost his draconic description for ya:*
*It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.*
*She does have truesight.* Caelum intently looks at Phantom for a few moments before shaking her head and walking into the tavern.
Can I help you with something? A surprisingly deep voice resounds inside her mind.
No, but thank you for the offer. I thought you were someone else for a moment.
Hmmmm.... Not often I get mistaken for someone else around here, After all, my species is unique to my world. If I may ask, who is it you thought I was?
Caelum's telepathic voice sounds angry and bitter as she responds. A traitor.
A traitor? Phantom's voice is curious with more than a hint of anger. Who is this who would break their word?
They... do not matter. I am not here to look for them, I was just surprised at the presence of a dragon such as yourself here. Where I come from, dragons are rarely seen away from their lairs.
I'm not the only one here. A rolling chuckle caries over the telepathic link. I know of at least two others: A Sliver and a Copper.
*I think Mithris is a Copper, can't remember offhand, lol. Running on minimal sleep right now*
Intriguing... So many in one place. When that was tried in my world, the Opposition merely bombed the gathering spot.
*FYI, Phantom has truesight himself.*
The Opposition? I can't say I've heard of that yet...
The Opposition is just one name for them. In some worlds they could be called the Cult of the Dragon. I've found they're often dedicated to releasing their versions of Tiamat on the various other planes.
*OK.* With truesight, Phantom can see that Caelum is
A massive Silver Dragon, far bigger than most other beings. She dwarfs the tavern easily, but there's almost a haze that obscures specific features beyond color and size.
Ahh Yes... I have had... dealings with them. They regularly enlist some of the unique species of drakes to help them, especially the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes.
Miss
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)
"IM the maniac?! You stole from me and trapped me in your room!"
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)
"Some people never learn. Do you not realize what would have happened if we were outside the tavern when your sword went nuts? We would be dead. DEAD. You do not understand, do you..."
N/A
Timber yells "LOOK OUT MISTER!" to Kalnor. The vision continues, and the cultists are surrounded by the warriors of the tabaxi tribe. The cultist carrying Timber smirks again, and shoots a small mote of flame that explodes and kills most of the warriors. "Mama!" Timber cries, as the cultists step onto a boat, sailing away from the bodies of the child's tribe...
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.
She just glares, leaving the room
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)
zya groans, slips back on his gloves, relocks the door, and starts searching through his library for information on swords that animate other swords.
N/A
Kalnor blocks his face, as the swords swirl around him
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)
Tikalae stomps downstairs, walking outside quickly
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)
*history? Or will he find nothing?*
N/A
*You can try history*
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)
18
N/A
Timber looks really mad now. The vision shifts, and a kind-looking human cultist is carrying a crying baby Timber as other cultists chase him. The kind-looking man sets Timber in a cart full of potatoes, and smiles at her, his smile good and comforting, in contrast to Timbers's sobs. He places a hand on her head, and closes his eyes. "I am sorry, child. May this gift sustain you through the cursed life I have brought you." A holy light shines over Timber, and the cart departs as the other cultists catch up with the kind-looking man and begin to attack him mercilessly...
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.
That fails
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)
Kalnor looks at Timber, seeming concerned for them, while the swords continue
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)
*wow.... well, he will spend the night not sleeping at all and teleporting around the planes to different libraries and places of knowledge. But I need to go to bed... so goodnight!*
N/A
Timber stands in front of Kalnor, looking scared but determined. "If... if you want to hurt this guy... You'll have to get through me, first."
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.
"N-no! Protect yourself... Please... Ill be fine!"
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)
Ahh Yes... I have had... dealings with them. They regularly enlist some of the unique species of drakes to help them, especially the Hellfire and Darkfrost Drakes.
*Goodbye yall*
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.
Eldrin and Gar are outside the tavern, flying around in the sky.
Petron is relaxing in the tavern.
Pock is selling wares.
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.