*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*I can't help myself, but...*
*I will neither confirm nor deny that allegation.*
*I'm sorry, I knew I had to use it somehow when I found it.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*Not all characters have telepathy...*
*True, but I believe most of those that Phantom considers friends do.*
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
6
*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
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The skeleton is diligently taking notes next to the bust of him. "What is your name? And who is Vir?"
"Vir is no person or being. I am Barantal Vinesvoice"
The skeleton holds out his hand. "Hello Barantal Vinesvoice. Do you have any stories to tell?"
"Stories?"
"You know, like..." Fable switches into a deeper voice, "Then Gawain said, "I cannot decide, whether you will be ugly by day or by night is your decision alone.""
He seems confused
"You've never heard a story. A lie that help you understand something?"
"A lie? Those that lie are asking for a quick and swift removal"
"Oh dear. I'm a story teller." Fable frowns, if a skeleton could frown. "A tale? That your parents tell you to be good and follow rules?"
"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
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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)
*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*Not all characters have telepathy...*
*True, but I believe most of those that Phantom considers friends do.*
*Es telepathy doesnt have that range, unless the target has a mirror*
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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)
*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*I can't help myself, but...*
*I will neither confirm nor deny that allegation.*
*I'm sorry, I knew I had to use it somehow when I found it.*
*It's fine. I've got a meme I'll use the first time any of my characters roll a Nat 1 on perception. XD*
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
6
*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
6
*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
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He can clearly see the tracks of a young buck, heading into the forest. It’s grazing up ahead in a small open area. Roll stealth and then an attack.
Stealth: 21
Attack: 29 Damage: 21 nonlethal
The deer falls, unconscious.
He picks it up, walking towards the forest
Roran helps, dragging it by the antlers.
"Now... I need a lot of dry leaves"
Roran runs off, returning dragging a small tree by the trunk.
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
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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)
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
6
*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
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He can clearly see the tracks of a young buck, heading into the forest. It’s grazing up ahead in a small open area. Roll stealth and then an attack.
Stealth: 21
Attack: 29 Damage: 21 nonlethal
The deer falls, unconscious.
He picks it up, walking towards the forest
Roran helps, dragging it by the antlers.
"Now... I need a lot of dry leaves"
Roran runs off, returning dragging a small tree by the trunk.
He takes the leaves, placing them on the deer, which is now in a rune filled circle. "Stand back"
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Two strangers and walking and talking, following the border of life and death The first turns to the second.
"So this is it?" The first one ask, breaking the silence. They are a creature of evil, bound in chains of law. "Maybe, but you never know." The second one reply, beginning the conversation. They are a creature of hatred and betrayal, bound in chains made by Society.
"I hope it is. That we might settle this and move beyond this." "You will move beyond this, I won't." The second corrects them.
"You never know, it could happen." "Only the gods could make it happen, and you carry not their power."
"Then who knows, I might be a one." "You, a priest? A devil and a priest? Both ends?" The second one counters.
"You have been many things, so why not I?" The devil asks "But we are the same, two kindred of Carceri."
"So be it. Has not He not made some of his own?" The second one shivers slightly. "Do not mention that being, even via in-betweens."
The first one, the devil, frowns. "I am an inbetween." They state before chuckling. "Like a priest?"
"Like a priest." "Then you must do the rites before you do the act."
"Then fine, I will do them." He says, clearing his throat. "Do you, Lysander, accept the passing of the ages has reach you?" "I have."
"I have submitted to the first, and am forced now to the second." The second one states. "And submit to the judgement of the court of the dead and all other ones?"
The devil continues. "And renounce the Lawful-Lord-Below and all his works?" Lysander is surprised by the statement.
But the Devil only chuckles, "This is how they do it, so must I, for I am a priest." Lysander thinks before finally answering, "Now, Alecto, this is not the time to be making enemies."
At this Alecto became inflamed and stabbed the Carcerian in the side, seeking to make his death a slow one. To his surprise, Lysander looked health on the exterior but inside, he was damaged and bruised, and thus the short stab had killed the warlock.
"Even now, you avoid me, Lysander. But I have done what I was asked to. He may not have your soul, but I have done my mission." With his, the orthon's skin melts and an erinyes steps forth, flying off to rest and recover. With that, Lysander's body disappears, teleporting to some far off corner and all is quiet once more.
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*Vega can't contact him ecause no telepathy.*
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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
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*I'm sorry, I knew I had to use it somehow when I found it.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*True, but I believe most of those that Phantom considers friends do.*
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
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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*Es telepathy doesnt have that range, unless the target has a mirror*
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)
*It's fine. I've got a meme I'll use the first time any of my characters roll a Nat 1 on perception. XD*
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
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Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
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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.
[[ so what happened this past.. 64 pages? Damn y’all busy bodies ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Roran runs off, returning dragging a small tree by the trunk.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
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)
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
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.
He takes the leaves, placing them on the deer, which is now in a rune filled circle. "Stand back"
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)
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Avery smiles and sets the kobold down.
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
*A few of us post a lot.*
*Um, let's see here, new characters, some fights, one of my characters ate someone's arm, y'know, the normal chaos.*
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 sighs with relief.
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.
"Even now, you avoid me, Lysander. But I have done what I was asked to. He may not have your soul, but I have done my mission." With his, the orthon's skin melts and an erinyes steps forth, flying off to rest and recover.
With that, Lysander's body disappears, teleporting to some far off corner and all is quiet once more.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now