Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Shes up first(Since Phantom isnt acting yet)
DC 25 con save, please.
Recharge roll, so I don't have to roll next turn (breath won't be active till then): 4
It autofails that
Then that's 95 cold damage, I believe.
It seems to not feel it pretty much at all, as it flies to engulf part of her. 4 attacks:
28 for 21 magic slashing
18 for 24 magic slashing
16 for 23 magic slashing
13 for 32 magic slashing
One hits. She seems not to feel it, or at least not much.
Atk: 34 dmg: 19 piercing, 11 force.
38 dmg: 22 slashing.
33 dmg: 20 slashing.
It seems to only slightly feel the force, the rest seems to do next to nothing
Attack: 9 Damage: 22
Attack: 26 Damage: 21
Attack: 17 Damage: 28
Attack: 16 Damage: 27
Caelum backs up and glances at Phantomizakell. Only one of those hit, but she seems a little annoyed her attacks aren't working.
Hmhmhmhahaa.. It seems I slightly underestimated you, but clearly not by much
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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)
Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Shes up first(Since Phantom isnt acting yet)
DC 25 con save, please.
Recharge roll, so I don't have to roll next turn (breath won't be active till then): 4
It autofails that
Then that's 95 cold damage, I believe.
It seems to not feel it pretty much at all, as it flies to engulf part of her. 4 attacks:
28 for 21 magic slashing
18 for 24 magic slashing
16 for 23 magic slashing
13 for 32 magic slashing
One hits. She seems not to feel it, or at least not much.
Atk: 34 dmg: 19 piercing, 11 force.
38 dmg: 22 slashing.
33 dmg: 20 slashing.
It seems to only slightly feel the force, the rest seems to do next to nothing
Attack: 9 Damage: 22
Attack: 26 Damage: 21
Attack: 17 Damage: 28
Attack: 16 Damage: 27
Caelum backs up and glances at Phantomizakell. Only one of those hit, but she seems a little annoyed her attacks aren't working.
Hmhmhmhahaa.. It seems I slightly underestimated you, but clearly not by much
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Shes up first(Since Phantom isnt acting yet)
DC 25 con save, please.
Recharge roll, so I don't have to roll next turn (breath won't be active till then): 4
It autofails that
Then that's 95 cold damage, I believe.
It seems to not feel it pretty much at all, as it flies to engulf part of her. 4 attacks:
28 for 21 magic slashing
18 for 24 magic slashing
16 for 23 magic slashing
13 for 32 magic slashing
One hits. She seems not to feel it, or at least not much.
Atk: 34 dmg: 19 piercing, 11 force.
38 dmg: 22 slashing.
33 dmg: 20 slashing.
It seems to only slightly feel the force, the rest seems to do next to nothing
Attack: 9 Damage: 22
Attack: 26 Damage: 21
Attack: 17 Damage: 28
Attack: 16 Damage: 27
Caelum backs up and glances at Phantomizakell. Only one of those hit, but she seems a little annoyed her attacks aren't working.
Hmhmhmhahaa.. It seems I slightly underestimated you, but clearly not by much
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
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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)
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Phantomizakell backs up a bit, and suddenly becomes as insubstantial as the mists that transform him by calling on one of his innate powers. He can't attack like this, but neither can he be attacked, although He can still use spells.
OK, my attacks don't seem to be doing much. I yield to your experience, Elder.
Very well. With that, Phantomizakell shakes himself again, returning to his physical form.
He walks over to the swarm, and does his own set of attacks.
19 to hit. 18 magical piercing and 32 force damage
29 to hit. 21 magical slashing and 9 poison damage
He then swings his tail about, stabbing the blade into the heart of the swarm.
Unable to parse dice roll. to hit. 29 magical piercing and 18 acid damage.
Back out of the swarm. I'm gonna use my breath if that doesn't get them to back off.
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Phantomizakell backs up a bit, and suddenly becomes as insubstantial as the mists that transform him by calling on one of his innate powers. He can't attack like this, but neither can he be attacked, although He can still use spells.
OK, my attacks don't seem to be doing much. I yield to your experience, Elder.
Very well. With that, Phantomizakell shakes himself again, returning to his physical form.
He walks over to the swarm, and does his own set of attacks.
20 to hit. 24 magical piercing and 14 force damage
17 to hit. 21 magical slashing and 10 poison damage
He then wings his tail about, stabbing the blade into the heart of the swarm.
Unable to parse dice roll. to hit. 21 magical piercing and 19 acid damage.
Back out of the swarm. I'm gonna use my breath if that doesn't get them to back off.
Most seems to do nothing, the force seeming heavily resisted, and the rest doing next to nothing on it. It begins attacking him
Attack: 19 Damage: 21
Attack: 22 Damage: 24
Attack: 28 Damage: 38
Attack: 15 Damage: 28
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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)
Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
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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)
Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
Tara chuckles, "That's odd, do you keep meat in your helmet?'
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
Her telepathic voice seems amused at that thought.
I doubt you could touch my armies, but if they wanted, they could burn thousands of worlds to cinders in search of you. I would prefer not to, but if you kill me - which is EXTRAORDINARILY unlikely - they would reduce the multiverse to ash. *OK, she is exaggerating a bit, but not too much.*
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Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
Tara chuckles, "That's odd, do you keep meat in your helmet?'
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
Her telepathic voice seems amused at that thought.
I doubt you could touch my armies, but if they wanted, they could burn thousands of worlds to cinders in search of you. I would prefer not to, but if you kill me - which is EXTRAORDINARILY unlikely - they would reduce the multiverse to ash. *OK, she is exaggerating a bit, but not too much.*
The voice seems equally amused Those her search dont always find. If youd like to destroy worlds, do my work for me, by all means go aead
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Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
Tara chuckles, "That's odd, do you keep meat in your helmet?'
"No. Who are you by the way."
"Flintkiller, Tara Flintkiller."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is looking around for something to do. For the first time since attending wizard school several hundred years ago, he feels...bored. He rubs his eyes and groans. "I had forgotten what this feels like." He finally drags himself out of his apathetic stupor long enough to grab some reading material - a book from the plane of air on wind magick - before walking back over to his chair and kicking back for what looks to be an uneventful day.
Tara, on the other hand, is feeling fit as a fiddle. She's out in the woods refining her sharpshooting and demolition techniques. Currently, she's sitting in a tree aiming at a squirrel roughly a hundred yards away on the ground, calculating wind direction, speed, and the effect of gravity on her range, judging that the shot is feasible. That is, mathematically speaking. Surprised that the slightly pyromaniacal Tara is so precise? Well you see, this is her life, and she's been on edge lately. This is how she relaxes. Dr. Astley had interviewed her for a job several weeks ago and hadn't followed up. So she shoots her small and improbable targets with ease, while her doubts dance a jig on her nerves.
Jim is humming and cooking a steaming vat of potato soup. Right now he's chopping up chives with all the skill of a hibachi grill man.
There is a beeping noise from a nearby tree
*Oh [GP]*
Tara investigates the beeping noise
A helmet is hanging from the lowest branch. The eyes blink on and off multiple times.
Tara takes down the helmet, curious about this strange ... thing.
On the back, in small lettering, it says If Found Return to Thomas Cooper. From inside the helmet there is a staticy voice.
Tara tries it on
It automatically adjusts to fit her head. She hears a voice, "Cooper? Do you copy?"
Even more curious, she deepens her voice in an attempt to mimic what this cooper must sound like, hoping it'll hold up over the magic talking helmet thingy.
"Yeah, I copy"
"Thank god! Cooper you disappeared mid-fight. Where are you now?"
"I'm not sure, it seems I'm in the middle of a heavily wooded area."
"Kinda vague Cooper. That whole warzone is in the woods. Get back to base with BT as soon as you can. Understood?"
"Got it, Cooper out." She takes off the helmet and walks back to the tavern to look for this 'cooper' fellow.
Outside of the tavern Thomas is asleep. Nearby his titan watched over him. On the back of BT there were white letters that read, BT-7274
She leans against the wall and clears her throat loudly.
Thomas wakes up and draws his pistol.
She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
Tara chuckles, "That's odd, do you keep meat in your helmet?'
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
Her telepathic voice seems amused at that thought.
I doubt you could touch my armies, but if they wanted, they could burn thousands of worlds to cinders in search of you. I would prefer not to, but if you kill me - which is EXTRAORDINARILY unlikely - they would reduce the multiverse to ash. *OK, she is exaggerating a bit, but not too much.*
The voice seems equally amused Those her search dont always find. If youd like to destroy worlds, do my work for me, by all means go aead
Thank you for that tidbit of information. My armies are not my only resource. Unlike you, I pay other people to help me. The Collective, when they search, ALWAYS find what they are looking for.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
Her telepathic voice seems amused at that thought.
I doubt you could touch my armies, but if they wanted, they could burn thousands of worlds to cinders in search of you. I would prefer not to, but if you kill me - which is EXTRAORDINARILY unlikely - they would reduce the multiverse to ash. *OK, she is exaggerating a bit, but not too much.*
The voice seems equally amused Those her search dont always find. If youd like to destroy worlds, do my work for me, by all means go aead
Thank you for that tidbit of information. My armies are not my only resource. Unlike you, I pay other people to help me. The Collective, when they search, ALWAYS find what they are looking for.
And you believe I care? I dont think you understand what I am
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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)
I know multiple people who have been trapped inside swords before. They've always had no problem. First, you find some out of the way world where you can terrify people into giving you tribute without fear of retribution; then, after you build up your riches, you hire an unscrupulous adventuring party to take the money and find the angel.
This is quicker and easier The blades are getting very close to engulfing her within the swarm
I wouldn't suggest that.
Her fingers begin to grow into claws, a scaly tail begins to appear, wings sprout from her back, and within moments she's in her full dragon shape, easily dwarfing the entire tavern compound.
Phantomizakell shakes himself out of the snow covering everything, and walks over, standing at over 70 ft. tall. How well do you think that a group of swords is going to do against two powerful dragons, one of whom is cleric with Anitmagic Field prepared? His thunderous and rolling voice asks the swarm.
Honestly? Fairly well. You dont have the Inkathar.
I doubt it.
Then Ill make sure to see those doubts removed *Initiative?*
*Phantom is in this, but only will be involved if things go south of Caelum asks for his help.*
Initiative: 15
11
13
Phantomizakell backs up a bit, and suddenly becomes as insubstantial as the mists that transform him by calling on one of his innate powers. He can't attack like this, but neither can he be attacked, although He can still use spells.
OK, my attacks don't seem to be doing much. I yield to your experience, Elder.
Very well. With that, Phantomizakell shakes himself again, returning to his physical form.
He walks over to the swarm, and does his own set of attacks.
20 to hit. 24 magical piercing and 14 force damage
17 to hit. 21 magical slashing and 10 poison damage
He then wings his tail about, stabbing the blade into the heart of the swarm.
Unable to parse dice roll. to hit. 21 magical piercing and 19 acid damage.
Back out of the swarm. I'm gonna use my breath if that doesn't get them to back off.
Most seems to do nothing, the force seeming heavily resisted, and the rest doing next to nothing on it. It begins attacking him
Attack: 19 Damage: 22
Attack: 26 Damage: 28
Attack: 13 Damage: 18
Attack: 16 Damage: 17
As with when the swarm attacked Caelum, only one hit has enough force to slice through Phantomizakell's thick scales. Even then, it only really appears to have succeeded in angering him, as the wound barely seems to be more than a thin, faintly red, line across a portion of his shoulder.
A low growl comes from Phantom, as his usually dark green eyes start glowing and changing to a burning, lime green color. With a powerful inhale, Phantomizakell unleashes his own breath weapon.
*DC 25 Dex save, taking 111 acid damage on a fail, or half as much on a success.*
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She tosses him the helmet nonchalantly. "Most soldiers don't lose their equipment so easily
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Hmhmhmhahaa.. It seems I slightly underestimated you, but clearly not by much
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!
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He catches it and puts away the gun. "I didn't lose it. It was next to me when I went to sleep."
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*She's still over 500 hp, and she has essentially a second wind action that brings her back up when she would normally die.*
Be quiet, swarm. I don't really want to fight you, but you attacked me. You should have taken my advice. No one here who can help you is going to be scared of you, not only because of the field, but because of the fact the people here are extraordinarily powerful. If we mobilized, we could swat you like a fly.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
She raises an eyebrow, "I found it off in the woods."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
It seems to laugh again Their power is no different than yours. And even if you struck the swarm down, theres much, much more I can do
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!
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Very well. With that, Phantomizakell shakes himself again, returning to his physical form.
He walks over to the swarm, and does his own set of attacks.
19 to hit. 18 magical piercing and 32 force damage
29 to hit. 21 magical slashing and 9 poison damage
He then swings his tail about, stabbing the blade into the heart of the swarm.
Unable to parse dice roll. to hit. 29 magical piercing and 18 acid damage.
Back out of the swarm. I'm gonna use my breath if that doesn't get them to back off.
We could find you. Maybe if you asked nicely, I would have helped you, but my armies are now your enemies, not your allies.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Most seems to do nothing, the force seeming heavily resisted, and the rest doing next to nothing on it. It begins attacking him
Attack: 19 Damage: 21
Attack: 22 Damage: 24
Attack: 28 Damage: 38
Attack: 15 Damage: 28
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!
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Thomas sighs. "BT run security tapes." BT whirrs for a moment before playing a tape. It shows his helmet being taken by a wolf.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Then the end of your armies will be satisfying when it happens
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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!
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Tara chuckles, "That's odd, do you keep meat in your helmet?'
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Her telepathic voice seems amused at that thought.
I doubt you could touch my armies, but if they wanted, they could burn thousands of worlds to cinders in search of you. I would prefer not to, but if you kill me - which is EXTRAORDINARILY unlikely - they would reduce the multiverse to ash. *OK, she is exaggerating a bit, but not too much.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"No. Who are you by the way."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The voice seems equally amused Those her search dont always find. If youd like to destroy worlds, do my work for me, by all means go aead
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)
"Flintkiller, Tara Flintkiller."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Cooper, Thomas Cooper. Nice to meet ya."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Thank you for that tidbit of information. My armies are not my only resource. Unlike you, I pay other people to help me. The Collective, when they search, ALWAYS find what they are looking for.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
And you believe I care? I dont think you understand what I am
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)
As with when the swarm attacked Caelum, only one hit has enough force to slice through Phantomizakell's thick scales. Even then, it only really appears to have succeeded in angering him, as the wound barely seems to be more than a thin, faintly red, line across a portion of his shoulder.
A low growl comes from Phantom, as his usually dark green eyes start glowing and changing to a burning, lime green color. With a powerful inhale, Phantomizakell unleashes his own breath weapon.
*DC 25 Dex save, taking 111 acid damage on a fail, or half as much on a success.*