Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
-When i get back from break i will continue this-
There is a loud noise behind them as a Titan and Pilot come through the trees. "Put the kid down!" The Pilot shouts
Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
-When i get back from break i will continue this-
*Alright. None of my characters knew them, soooo....*
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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)
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
WIS for Pilots:
Thomas: 2
Pilot #45: 9
*They both fail horribly, lol. Both are now absolutely terrified of Phantom (frightened)*
Phantomizakell turns to them, his voice a deep rumble. "Do I need to continue this, or will you cease and desist now?"
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
WIS for Pilots:
Thomas: 2
Pilot #45: 9
*They both fail horribly, lol. Both are now absolutely terrified of Phantom (frightened)*
Phantomizakell turns to them, his voice a deep rumble. "Do I need to continue this, or will you cease and desist now?"
The Titans step back and deposit their Pilots on the ground. "I believe that is a no." BT says.
Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
-When i get back from break i will continue this-
There is a loud noise behind them as a Titan and Pilot come through the trees. "Put the kid down!" The Pilot shouts
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
WIS for Pilots:
Thomas: 2
Pilot #45: 9
*They both fail horribly, lol. Both are now absolutely terrified of Phantom (frightened)*
Phantomizakell turns to them, his voice a deep rumble. "Do I need to continue this, or will you cease and desist now?"
The Titans step back and deposit their Pilots on the ground. "I believe that is a no." BT says.
Phantomizakell relaxes at BT's words. "Good. Now, please explain why you two where so hells-bent on killing each other."
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
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.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
The dragon just shakes his head and sighs. "I'm over 3,000 years old. I've survived wars waged between the gods themselves. And yes, I am well aware of what those machines and weapons are. How much damage do you think you'll be able to do to me before those machines are melted into nothing more than puddles by my breath? Put those weapons away, and no one needs to get hurt, ok?" Phantomizakell's deep green eyes are hard and steely as he says this.
Thomas does some quick hand signals at the other Pilot before they both hop the their Titans and face Phantom.
*Hop out of, or hop to face?*
*Hop into then face Phantom. My brain is too fast sometimes*
The Titans pull out their guns and aim at the dragon. "Pilot I have a bad feeling about this." BT says
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
WIS for Pilots:
Thomas: 2
Pilot #45: 9
*They both fail horribly, lol. Both are now absolutely terrified of Phantom (frightened)*
Phantomizakell turns to them, his voice a deep rumble. "Do I need to continue this, or will you cease and desist now?"
The Titans step back and deposit their Pilots on the ground. "I believe that is a no." BT says.
Phantomizakell relaxes at BT's words. "Good. Now, please explain why you two where so hells-bent on killing each other."
"They are old enemies from the past. Pilot #45 has been hunting us." BT explains while Thomas shakily gets up
Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
-When i get back from break i will continue this-
There is a loud noise behind them as a Titan and Pilot come through the trees. "Put the kid down!" The Pilot shouts
The man chuckles "Found it first, its mine" He said
Oval walked through the forests. The sunlight soon got covered by thick darkness as they went deeper and deeper. A voice called out to them "C l o s e r". Oval stepped further and further into the darkness until they were completely engulfed in it. They gave off a faint glow as the darkness surrounded them, that's when they noticed a man standing in front of them. He was slightly tall, no more then 6'0 foot. He wore a Skulled faced mask and thick leather clothing that concealed every part of him. Two guns were comfortably gripped in his hands as he spun the the chamber of one of them with his thumb. He had a grim voice that Oval felt was somehow familiar but that wasn't going through their head right, what was going through their head is that they were in trouble.
"Heh, small kid... all on their own..." The man said and stooped down a bit, studying Oval.
Oval backed up a bit, afraid.
"Now now kid." The man said, a pair of black tentacles grew out of the ground like slimy weeds. They gripped Oval; is a tight embrace, strangling him slightly. "Someone has a bounty on you"
-When i get back from break i will continue this-
There is a loud noise behind them as a Titan and Pilot come through the trees. "Put the kid down!" The Pilot shouts
The man chuckles "Found it first, its mine" He said
The Pilot pulls a rifle off of his back. "Let go of the kid, now!"
She shrugs "Sleep for ten years then maybe ill have enough energy to do something" She joked
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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
There is a loud noise behind them as a Titan and Pilot come through the trees. "Put the kid down!" The Pilot shouts
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*Alright. None of my characters knew them, soooo....*
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!
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Characters (Outdated)
*No worries, lol. I have ADHD myself, so completely understand.*
Phantomizakell just shakes his head sadly. "I tried to warn you." With that, he unleashes a ear-splitting roar.
*Make WIS Saving throws for both pilots and both mechs.*
"Aww, don't do that, I won't have anyone to talk to." Sharlene chuckled.
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*Dont have to do it for the mechs. They cant be frightened.*
WIS for Pilots:
Thomas: 1
Pilot #45: 16
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*They both fail horribly, lol. Both are now absolutely terrified of Phantom (frightened)*
Phantomizakell turns to them, his voice a deep rumble. "Do I need to continue this, or will you cease and desist now?"
She chuckled a bit and smiled "Fine, sleep for 3 and a 1/2 years then we may do something"
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
"Deal." Sharlene got up and scooped Penny up, carrying her.
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The Titans step back and deposit their Pilots on the ground. "I believe that is a no." BT says.
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Penny giggled a bit after being picked up "How did you get so strong"
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
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Phantomizakell relaxes at BT's words. "Good. Now, please explain why you two where so hells-bent on killing each other."
"They are old enemies from the past. Pilot #45 has been hunting us." BT explains while Thomas shakily gets up
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The man chuckles "Found it first, its mine" 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
"A lifetime of training." She smiled and started bringing her to the tavern. *Ignoring the two mechs staring down a dragon, of course.*
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"How long was said training?"
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
The Pilot pulls a rifle off of his back. "Let go of the kid, now!"
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