"Everyone can die. Sometimes it just takes a while."
”Do you have any poison on you? I can go outside and drink it if you’re really unconvinced.”
"I always have poison on me."
Atemos holds out a hand. “Give me a little bit. Maybe it’ll convince you this isn’t the best idea.”
A poison vial drops from the ceiling.
He pockets it, winking. “Thanks. I’m gonna go take care of some business real quick, but I appreciate the free vial.”
Should I check if thats magical for you? There may be adverse effects besides being a poison that may still effect you
I wasn’t actually going to drink it. Well.. I considered it, but then I thought, hey! Free poison! Feel free to check it if you want.
D-d-d-deeeeetect magic!!!!!!
Normal ol' poison
*Alright. What kind is it though? SO that Cyno can get its stats. Wyvern poison? Purple worm poison?*
*Wyvern.*
*Cyno, for note thats an injury poison with the following stats": A creature subjected to this poison must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw, taking 24 (7d6) poison damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
Of course, dear. He says with a genuine, but worried smile. I'm definitely going to need to help you up the stairs, and don't you dare try and go all independent on me!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
Wolfe is sitting on a couch, looking rabid and tears fall from her eyes.
Wyatt watches the giant bird and Phantom from the roof.
-insert whoever, my brain is melted at this point in the day-
Krathian sits down next to her, concerned. "Wolfe, what happened? Are you ok?"
She stares off into the distance, seemingly in her mind own mind right now.
"Wolfe? Are you ok?"
-insert the Atemos and Wolfe argument about halfway through-
*So she tells him about it? Or you're just giving me context OOC (I already read the second half of the argument.)*
*Yep, context, I was more or less trying to imply that was the point he came in on.*
*Someone can have multiple channels of telepathy. A person who contacts you with telepathy cant usually hear the others contacting you*
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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)
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
Or rather, who do you think you are? Friends with drug addicts, lost and broke, getting invilved with the wrong people. You’re a werewolf right? Why didn’t you protect them? Why didn’t YOU take the bullet? You would have lived, unless it were silver. And even then, aren’t wolves all about pack loyalty? Where is your loyalty?
YOU SHUT UP! YOU WEREN'T THERE! I WOULD'VE TAKEN A THOUSAND SILVER BULLETS FOR THEM, BUT NO, I GOT THERE TOO LATE SO SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
I wasn’t there? To me it sounds like.. you weren’t there. A sickening laughter of a hyena echoed in her mind.
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
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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.
Wolfe is sitting on a couch, looking rabid and tears fall from her eyes.
Wyatt watches the giant bird and Phantom from the roof.
-insert whoever, my brain is melted at this point in the day-
Krathian sits down next to her, concerned. "Wolfe, what happened? Are you ok?"
She stares off into the distance, seemingly in her mind own mind right now.
"Wolfe? Are you ok?"
-insert the Atemos and Wolfe argument about halfway through-
*So she tells him about it? Or you're just giving me context OOC (I already read the second half of the argument.)*
*Yep, context, I was more or less trying to imply that was the point he came in on.*
*Someone can have multiple channels of telepathy. A person who contacts you with telepathy cant usually hear the others contacting you*
*I'm not a genius on telepathy, it's just a bit simpler to have him unwittingly connect to that channel and overhearing it in my opinion. Or maybe Wolfe unconsciously connected Krathian to it for some reason.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
Of course, dear. He says with a genuine, but worried smile. I'm definitely going to need to help you up the stairs, and don't you dare try and go all independent on me!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
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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.
*Wyvern.*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Poppy shrugs, starting to poke her face, "Wolfeeee, you ok?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Yep, context, I was more or less trying to imply that was the point he came in on.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Cyno, for note thats an injury poison with the following stats": A creature subjected to this poison must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw, taking 24 (7d6) poison damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.*
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 doesn't have any sort of reaction.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
*Ah okay.*
He tentatively puts a hand on her shoulder (the one without the eye) "Wolfe?" he says, a little louder this time.
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"
*Someone can have multiple channels of telepathy. A person who contacts you with telepathy cant usually hear the others contacting you*
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)
No reaction, she seems to be under some sort of spell.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
I wasn’t there? To me it sounds like.. you weren’t there. A sickening laughter of a hyena echoed in her mind.
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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"
*I'm not a genius on telepathy, it's just a bit simpler to have him unwittingly connect to that channel and overhearing it in my opinion. Or maybe Wolfe unconsciously connected Krathian to it for some reason.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*The argument is ongoing right?*
He mentally probes her mind to see what's going on
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"
*Already responded, lol. Scroll up a little.*
Poppy decides to resort to drastic measures, lightly strumming the guitar wolfe has
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Yep, just waiting for Cyno to respond.*
Unless he's familiar with Atemos, it just seems like a guy is messing with Wolfe right now.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
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"