*JESUS ABSOLUTE CHRIST, SPIDER MAN NO WAY HOME WAS AMAZEBALLS!*
*Okay, I can be back now! How much have I missed in the past... -checks time- three hours?*
Rancor is walking around.
Teruo is cleaning his katana.
Sharlene is drinking.
Yuri is fighting zenix again, waiting for lawrence to remake str save
11
Fail. A burst of dark tendrils erupts from zenix, striking yuri. They deal 20 necrotic
Yuri watches as one goes right through her arm. She snarls as millions of tiny bee's appear out of the tree and swarm around him. (CON save 24 is needed)
"What? Didn't think i could fight?" zenix asks Con:19
57.
*Damage i'm guessing?*
*Yeppers*
*Nice*
Zenix seems mostly annoyed by the bees, "So, playing dirty huh?" He asks, causing a wave of necromatic energy to wash over her, starting to drain all moisture and vitality from her body (Con save)
26.
Suceed
She takes 30
She chuckles "That spell was childs play" she said. (Make a wisdom save of 24 or higher). She walks forwards slowly.
"You were always better at spells then me," She says, though it doesn't sound like he's upset about this
Save: 17
(1st level charm person: Time 1 hour) She smiles and walks forward closer and closer.
*ooo, that sneaky*
He blinks, seeming confused for a second
She touches his cheek before turning her head to a large trunk of a evergreen. "Go over there and don't move a step once you stand there"
"Um, alright." He says, walking over and standing next to the tree
The tree begins to bind him into its trunk, like a wooden prison. She smiles and walks up "Stay here forever" she said and backhanded him (STR: 8 )
After she backhands him, he starts chuckling, before looking up at her, "Charming huh? Nice trick." He says, fey stepping behind her (She takes 5 fire damage), and shoving her against the tree, 22
She smiles again (considering they are in close range) she wraps her arms around his neck and digs her teeth into his neck. (Damage: 3 )
"URk- Get off!" He trys to push her teeth off him
She chuckles, pushing him away, mouth full of blood.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I just wanted to know." Scill grows some flowers. "I was wondering, what was your dream when you were a kid?"
"Your asking me to remember that far back? Your lucky its you, so give me one second." He sits there staring at the flowers, thinking back
Scill waits patiently. "I'll tell you mine." He picks some flowers and starts making a crown.
"It was, to make my parents proud, heh yeah it's coming back, those [1gp] always tried to push me past my limits, to 'do something in this world', yeah they were really toxic about it. I realised this in my teens & just ditched them, picking up my life to how I lived it, & how I died. Enough about me, you?"
Scill thinks for a bit and lays down. "I wanted to help people. To choose a few of my closest friends and vastly improve their lives. Until I learned what the real world was like. My reasoning was that only friends would appreciate it. I was pretty dumb." He finishes the crown and puts it on his head.
*woops*
"I guess we both were, but we're older now, & more knowledgeable." He looks at Scill.
Scill grins. "Really? I just made a flower crown."
*how do I keep doing this?*
He chuckles, "I meant as in from the things we believed in."
*No problem*
"But not older in maturity, handsome." Scill scoots his chair closer to Alexander.
"Hey I thought it was Pic now." He says flushed.
"Handsome fits you better. And you haven't done any crimes yet."
"I don't mind it. It's not dangerous or anything." She's sitting quite close to him, clasping his hand.
His grip on her is loose, as though not really holding on. He looks up to the sky, watching it. "I could probably fly off of this world if I wanted to."
She grips his hand tighter, as though not wanting to let go. "Do you want to?" Her voice is quiet.
"Not right now."
She leans against him gently.
"I wonder... how does it end?"
"The world? Life? For either of those, I've heard various legends, but... I'm not sure what to believe."
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
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*JESUS ABSOLUTE CHRIST, SPIDER MAN NO WAY HOME WAS AMAZEBALLS!*
*Okay, I can be back now! How much have I missed in the past... -checks time- three hours?*
Rancor is walking around.
Teruo is cleaning his katana.
Sharlene is drinking.
Yuri is fighting zenix again, waiting for lawrence to remake str save
11
Fail. A burst of dark tendrils erupts from zenix, striking yuri. They deal 20 necrotic
Yuri watches as one goes right through her arm. She snarls as millions of tiny bee's appear out of the tree and swarm around him. (CON save 24 is needed)
"What? Didn't think i could fight?" zenix asks Con:19
57.
*Damage i'm guessing?*
*Yeppers*
*Nice*
Zenix seems mostly annoyed by the bees, "So, playing dirty huh?" He asks, causing a wave of necromatic energy to wash over her, starting to drain all moisture and vitality from her body (Con save)
26.
Suceed
She takes 30
She chuckles "That spell was childs play" she said. (Make a wisdom save of 24 or higher). She walks forwards slowly.
"You were always better at spells then me," She says, though it doesn't sound like he's upset about this
Save: 17
(1st level charm person: Time 1 hour) She smiles and walks forward closer and closer.
*ooo, that sneaky*
He blinks, seeming confused for a second
She touches his cheek before turning her head to a large trunk of a evergreen. "Go over there and don't move a step once you stand there"
"Um, alright." He says, walking over and standing next to the tree
The tree begins to bind him into its trunk, like a wooden prison. She smiles and walks up "Stay here forever" she said and backhanded him (STR: 8 )
After she backhands him, he starts chuckling, before looking up at her, "Charming huh? Nice trick." He says, fey stepping behind her (She takes 5 fire damage), and shoving her against the tree, 22
She smiles again (considering they are in close range) she wraps her arms around his neck and digs her teeth into his neck. (Damage: 3 )
"URk- Get off!" He trys to push her teeth off him
She chuckles, pushing him away, mouth full of blood.
Zenix stumbles back a bit, using a hand to try and cover the wound. He looks up at her after a second, an unnattural amount of hate flaring up at that moment
"I don't mind it. It's not dangerous or anything." She's sitting quite close to him, clasping his hand.
His grip on her is loose, as though not really holding on. He looks up to the sky, watching it. "I could probably fly off of this world if I wanted to."
She grips his hand tighter, as though not wanting to let go. "Do you want to?" Her voice is quiet.
"Not right now."
She leans against him gently.
"I wonder... how does it end?"
"The world? Life? For either of those, I've heard various legends, but... I'm not sure what to believe."
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
She wraps an arm around his shoulders. "When your hatred, that which nourishes you, is gone, yes, you will likely become an empty shell unless... unless you find something to replace that hatred."
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"I don't mind it. It's not dangerous or anything." She's sitting quite close to him, clasping his hand.
His grip on her is loose, as though not really holding on. He looks up to the sky, watching it. "I could probably fly off of this world if I wanted to."
She grips his hand tighter, as though not wanting to let go. "Do you want to?" Her voice is quiet.
"Not right now."
She leans against him gently.
"I wonder... how does it end?"
"The world? Life? For either of those, I've heard various legends, but... I'm not sure what to believe."
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
She wraps an arm around his shoulders. "When your hatred, that which nourishes you, is gone, yes, you will likely become an empty shell unless... unless you find something to replace that hatred."
"What could I possibly fill in the space of my hatred?"
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Jerimiah is at the bar, tail coiled around the stool & itself, back leaning against the bar, fiddling with his gun as he takes a sip every now & then from the red bottle next to him.
"I don't mind it. It's not dangerous or anything." She's sitting quite close to him, clasping his hand.
His grip on her is loose, as though not really holding on. He looks up to the sky, watching it. "I could probably fly off of this world if I wanted to."
She grips his hand tighter, as though not wanting to let go. "Do you want to?" Her voice is quiet.
"Not right now."
She leans against him gently.
"I wonder... how does it end?"
"The world? Life? For either of those, I've heard various legends, but... I'm not sure what to believe."
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
She wraps an arm around his shoulders. "When your hatred, that which nourishes you, is gone, yes, you will likely become an empty shell unless... unless you find something to replace that hatred."
"What could I possibly fill in the space of my hatred?"
"Hope? Respect? Love?"
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"I just wanted to know." Scill grows some flowers. "I was wondering, what was your dream when you were a kid?"
"Your asking me to remember that far back? Your lucky its you, so give me one second." He sits there staring at the flowers, thinking back
Scill waits patiently. "I'll tell you mine." He picks some flowers and starts making a crown.
"It was, to make my parents proud, heh yeah it's coming back, those [1gp] always tried to push me past my limits, to 'do something in this world', yeah they were really toxic about it. I realised this in my teens & just ditched them, picking up my life to how I lived it, & how I died. Enough about me, you?"
Scill thinks for a bit and lays down. "I wanted to help people. To choose a few of my closest friends and vastly improve their lives. Until I learned what the real world was like. My reasoning was that only friends would appreciate it. I was pretty dumb." He finishes the crown and puts it on his head.
*woops*
"I guess we both were, but we're older now, & more knowledgeable." He looks at Scill.
Scill grins. "Really? I just made a flower crown."
*how do I keep doing this?*
He chuckles, "I meant as in from the things we believed in."
*No problem*
"But not older in maturity, handsome." Scill scoots his chair closer to Alexander.
"Hey I thought it was Pic now." He says flushed.
"Handsome fits you better. And you haven't done any crimes yet."
"Guess I have to steal your heart." He winks.
Scill leans over and kisses Alexander on the cheek. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but how did you die?"
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.
Jerimiah is at the bar, tail coiled around the stool & itself, back leaning against the bar, fiddling with his gun as he takes a sip every now & then from the red bottle next to him.
Alexander is flirting with Scill.
Valian is trying to deter Atemos.
Shiguri is communing.
Tasa is hugging Rancor.
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"I just wanted to know." Scill grows some flowers. "I was wondering, what was your dream when you were a kid?"
"Your asking me to remember that far back? Your lucky its you, so give me one second." He sits there staring at the flowers, thinking back
Scill waits patiently. "I'll tell you mine." He picks some flowers and starts making a crown.
"It was, to make my parents proud, heh yeah it's coming back, those [1gp] always tried to push me past my limits, to 'do something in this world', yeah they were really toxic about it. I realised this in my teens & just ditched them, picking up my life to how I lived it, & how I died. Enough about me, you?"
Scill thinks for a bit and lays down. "I wanted to help people. To choose a few of my closest friends and vastly improve their lives. Until I learned what the real world was like. My reasoning was that only friends would appreciate it. I was pretty dumb." He finishes the crown and puts it on his head.
*woops*
"I guess we both were, but we're older now, & more knowledgeable." He looks at Scill.
Scill grins. "Really? I just made a flower crown."
*how do I keep doing this?*
He chuckles, "I meant as in from the things we believed in."
*No problem*
"But not older in maturity, handsome." Scill scoots his chair closer to Alexander.
"Hey I thought it was Pic now." He says flushed.
"Handsome fits you better. And you haven't done any crimes yet."
"Guess I have to steal your heart." He winks.
Scill leans over and kisses Alexander on the cheek. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but how did you die?"
"Didn't I already tell you?" He lifts his frill thing on his shirt, showing the rapier stab wound again.
"I don't mind it. It's not dangerous or anything." She's sitting quite close to him, clasping his hand.
His grip on her is loose, as though not really holding on. He looks up to the sky, watching it. "I could probably fly off of this world if I wanted to."
She grips his hand tighter, as though not wanting to let go. "Do you want to?" Her voice is quiet.
"Not right now."
She leans against him gently.
"I wonder... how does it end?"
"The world? Life? For either of those, I've heard various legends, but... I'm not sure what to believe."
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
She wraps an arm around his shoulders. "When your hatred, that which nourishes you, is gone, yes, you will likely become an empty shell unless... unless you find something to replace that hatred."
"What could I possibly fill in the space of my hatred?"
"Hope? Respect? Love?"
He seems to think for a moment, then all the tentacle things went back into his hand. He stood up, still staring off into the distance. "I guess I won't know until the day it happens."
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He looks down at them, "Are you going to let me get any work today, or are we staying like this?"
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
She chuckles, pushing him away, mouth full of blood.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Mmmm we’re staying like this today”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Guess I have to steal your heart." He winks.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Everything." He raised up a hand, and the broken-shard glass like tentacles come from his fingertips, rising yards into the sky, swirling around in a complex pattern. "When every drop of my hatred has been spent, will I die? Will I continue to live, a numb shell? Will all the worlds kill themselves and cease to exist? Will I live to see the absolute end?"
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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.
Zenix stumbles back a bit, using a hand to try and cover the wound. He looks up at her after a second, an unnattural amount of hate flaring up at that moment
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
"Fiiiine," Kai scoops up the spider into his arms, carrying him over to the couch, "Might aswell be comfy then."
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
She wraps an arm around his shoulders. "When your hatred, that which nourishes you, is gone, yes, you will likely become an empty shell unless... unless you find something to replace that hatred."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
“Yay” comfy spider boi intensifies
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"What could I possibly fill in the space of my hatred?"
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 reaches into a bag, pulling out a blanket and covering them with it
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
Jerimiah is at the bar, tail coiled around the stool & itself, back leaning against the bar, fiddling with his gun as he takes a sip every now & then from the red bottle next to him.
Alexander is flirting with Scill.
Valian is trying to deter Atemos.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hope? Respect? Love?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Scill leans over and kisses Alexander on the cheek. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but how did you die?"
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.
Shiguri is communing.
Tasa is hugging Rancor.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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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.
[[ awe how cUTETEJEHEIEHSOSBSIDN ]]
Satisfied Araignée noises
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Didn't I already tell you?" He lifts his frill thing on his shirt, showing the rapier stab wound again.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*GTG for now ya'll. BBL!*
He seems to think for a moment, then all the tentacle things went back into his hand. He stood up, still staring off into the distance. "I guess I won't know until the day it happens."
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.
[[ bye bye ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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