Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. I think that’s enough last words.” He opens fire, shooting four times:
Zal shakes Mali worriedly. “Mali! Are you alright?!”
She continues coughing, a hacking water-filled cough. She seems to be choking...
Zay attempts CPR.
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Hes able to get the water out of her lungs, an she slowly stops coughing. Her breathing slowing to a normal pace. She begins to stir a bit from her unconciousness
“Mali.. are you alright?” He kneels down next to her and waits until she wakes up.
Her eyes begin to open "Im.... Im ok, I.... Think..... Where are we?"
“Dewfell… apparently there are portals here.” He still looks worried.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. I think that’s enough last words.” He opens fire, shooting four times:
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Barachiel walks inside and returns shortly with a kettle of earl grey and another mug.
Roran shifts his form back to humanoid, blood staining his white hair. “Thank you.. May I ask what god you served?”
Barachiel tries to rub the blood out of Roran's hair. "I'll take that information to my grave."
Roran shivers and stays completely still, eyes wide.
Barachiel stops. "Are you alright?" *got swim, see you tomorrow.*
*Bye!* He looks away. “You don’t need to stop. I’m fine.”
Barachiel continues trying to clean the blood. Does it come out?
Because his hair is white, it looks like its staining badly like dye. A few showers or an impromptu dunk in a large body of water will probably get it out.
Barachiel stops and sips his tea. "You need anything else?"
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” He sighs. “Why are you helping me?”
"Do you not want my attention?"
“I’m not complaining. I love it. I was just curious as to why? What happened to that hero that you helped?”
"Probably dead by now."
He raised an eyebrow. “And that.. doesn’t bother you at all?”
*Sorry, had math.* "It does. But only a little. Should it?"
“I don’t know.. but thank you anyways. I really do enjoy the company.” He offered a small smile.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Zenix is sitting on the roof, though a number of ravens have spread throughout the area
Hunter is sitting on the couch
-idk, open slot rn-
Lore is in the library. She is practicing a magical experiment that involves a vial of her blood.
Yuri is outside with Krathian and Teruo, having a tea party.
Hunter, eventually (Imma say after a couple minutes), makes his way to the library
He walks in to find Elmo and Nicky helping her restrain her arm while she digs a needle into her arm.
Hunter walks over, sitting beside the group, "What are you doing?"
"Hi!" Lore says with a kind grin "Trying out something" she said, pulling the needle from her skin as Elmo and Nicky let her go. Nicky walks over to Hunter and boops his small fuzzy noggin against Hunter's arm. Lore taps the vial, letting the blood shift to the bottom, before adding in some sort of grey-beige powder.
"What are you adding to your blood?" Hunter asks, petting nicky
"Solvent" she said "If it remains red then it is clean, if it turns black in color, my blood has toxin's in it" she said
"So it is a test for poision," Hunter says, leaning over to look at the solution
Zal shakes Mali worriedly. “Mali! Are you alright?!”
She continues coughing, a hacking water-filled cough. She seems to be choking...
Zay attempts CPR.
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Hes able to get the water out of her lungs, an she slowly stops coughing. Her breathing slowing to a normal pace. She begins to stir a bit from her unconciousness
“Mali.. are you alright?” He kneels down next to her and waits until she wakes up.
Her eyes begin to open "Im.... Im ok, I.... Think..... Where are we?"
“Dewfell… apparently there are portals here.” He still looks worried.
"... Whats wrong? What are you worrying about?" Her worry over things is also fairly clear
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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)
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. I think that’s enough last words.” He opens fire, shooting four times:
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Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Zenix is sitting on the roof, though a number of ravens have spread throughout the area
Hunter is sitting on the couch
-idk, open slot rn-
Lore is in the library. She is practicing a magical experiment that involves a vial of her blood.
Yuri is outside with Krathian and Teruo, having a tea party.
Hunter, eventually (Imma say after a couple minutes), makes his way to the library
He walks in to find Elmo and Nicky helping her restrain her arm while she digs a needle into her arm.
Hunter walks over, sitting beside the group, "What are you doing?"
"Hi!" Lore says with a kind grin "Trying out something" she said, pulling the needle from her skin as Elmo and Nicky let her go. Nicky walks over to Hunter and boops his small fuzzy noggin against Hunter's arm. Lore taps the vial, letting the blood shift to the bottom, before adding in some sort of grey-beige powder.
"What are you adding to your blood?" Hunter asks, petting nicky
"Solvent" she said "If it remains red then it is clean, if it turns black in color, my blood has toxin's in it" she said
"So it is a test for poision," Hunter says, leaning over to look at the solution
It seems to stay red for now. Lore sits down on the floor across for him "I would try this for you but you have no blood"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. I think that’s enough last words.” He opens fire, shooting four times:
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Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Attack: 26 Damage: 28
Attack: 24 Damage: 33
Attack: 19 Damage: 31
Attack: 30 Damage: 28
*4 sources of lucky leve adv?*
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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)
“Are you bitten or born with it? Or from a nearby pack?”
"Born. Whatchu want?"
“Oh. Nevermind.” He fidgeted.
She narrowed her eyes. "It's annoying that you started questioning me, it's even more annoying that you won't follow up on them."
He frowned. “I just needed help with something. But what I need help with is not something I think you can provide.”
She turns fully. "And what is that?"
Roran sighs. “I’m looking for a pack that will let me join.”
"You're looking for... are you a werewolf?"
“Yes.. I am. But bitten. Not pure.”
"Huh." She turned back around and sipped the rest of her coffee. "Well, then sorry that I can't help ya with your pack problem. There's someone you should probably steer clear of, though."
“Yea? Who?” He folded his arms. “And why are you alone?”
"A dude named Atemos, he hates us." She narrowed her eyes. "Nunya business, that's why."
“That hyena psycho tried to kill me. And I’m making it my business.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Attack: 26 Damage: 28
Attack: 24 Damage: 33
Attack: 19 Damage: 31
Attack: 30 Damage: 28
The all but the first and last miss at this time,
Zenix sighs, "That was honestly pathetic," He says, a sword forming in his hand, an onyx blade with odd detail in the handle and crossguard
Zal shakes Mali worriedly. “Mali! Are you alright?!”
She continues coughing, a hacking water-filled cough. She seems to be choking...
Zay attempts CPR.
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Hes able to get the water out of her lungs, an she slowly stops coughing. Her breathing slowing to a normal pace. She begins to stir a bit from her unconciousness
“Mali.. are you alright?” He kneels down next to her and waits until she wakes up.
Her eyes begin to open "Im.... Im ok, I.... Think..... Where are we?"
“Dewfell… apparently there are portals here.” He still looks worried.
"... Whats wrong? What are you worrying about?" Her worry over things is also fairly clear
“You. Are you sure you’re alright..?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Barachiel walks inside and returns shortly with a kettle of earl grey and another mug.
Roran shifts his form back to humanoid, blood staining his white hair. “Thank you.. May I ask what god you served?”
Barachiel tries to rub the blood out of Roran's hair. "I'll take that information to my grave."
Roran shivers and stays completely still, eyes wide.
Barachiel stops. "Are you alright?" *got swim, see you tomorrow.*
*Bye!* He looks away. “You don’t need to stop. I’m fine.”
Barachiel continues trying to clean the blood. Does it come out?
Because his hair is white, it looks like its staining badly like dye. A few showers or an impromptu dunk in a large body of water will probably get it out.
Barachiel stops and sips his tea. "You need anything else?"
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” He sighs. “Why are you helping me?”
"Do you not want my attention?"
“I’m not complaining. I love it. I was just curious as to why? What happened to that hero that you helped?”
"Probably dead by now."
He raised an eyebrow. “And that.. doesn’t bother you at all?”
*Sorry, had math.* "It does. But only a little. Should it?"
“I don’t know.. but thank you anyways. I really do enjoy the company.” He offered a small smile.
Barachiel sips some tea. "Thank you. And before you do anything, I don't think I want redemption."
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.
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Attack: 26 Damage: 28
Attack: 24 Damage: 33
Attack: 19 Damage: 31
Attack: 30 Damage: 28
*4 sources of lucky leve adv?*
*Elven accuracy and assassin dip, as well as dual-wielding.*
Zal shakes Mali worriedly. “Mali! Are you alright?!”
She continues coughing, a hacking water-filled cough. She seems to be choking...
Zay attempts CPR.
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Hes able to get the water out of her lungs, an she slowly stops coughing. Her breathing slowing to a normal pace. She begins to stir a bit from her unconciousness
“Mali.. are you alright?” He kneels down next to her and waits until she wakes up.
Her eyes begin to open "Im.... Im ok, I.... Think..... Where are we?"
“Dewfell… apparently there are portals here.” He still looks worried.
"... Whats wrong? What are you worrying about?" Her worry over things is also fairly clear
“You. Are you sure you’re alright..?”
"What do you mean?"
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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)
Zenix is sitting on the roof, though a number of ravens have spread throughout the area
Hunter is sitting on the couch
-idk, open slot rn-
Lore is in the library. She is practicing a magical experiment that involves a vial of her blood.
Yuri is outside with Krathian and Teruo, having a tea party.
Hunter, eventually (Imma say after a couple minutes), makes his way to the library
He walks in to find Elmo and Nicky helping her restrain her arm while she digs a needle into her arm.
Hunter walks over, sitting beside the group, "What are you doing?"
"Hi!" Lore says with a kind grin "Trying out something" she said, pulling the needle from her skin as Elmo and Nicky let her go. Nicky walks over to Hunter and boops his small fuzzy noggin against Hunter's arm. Lore taps the vial, letting the blood shift to the bottom, before adding in some sort of grey-beige powder.
"What are you adding to your blood?" Hunter asks, petting nicky
"Solvent" she said "If it remains red then it is clean, if it turns black in color, my blood has toxin's in it" she said
"So it is a test for poision," Hunter says, leaning over to look at the solution
It seems to stay red for now. Lore sits down on the floor across for him "I would try this for you but you have no blood"
"It is more the lack of poison weankess than lack of blood, or the equivilant fluid in my case" Hunter says,
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
“Do you know what happened to eladrin, back on my world? I’m assuming not. There was a series of terrorist attacks, without provocation, sanctioned by the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The eladrin were exterminated and the courts banished. And now, I see you. Breaking someone’s arm and casting walls of fire.” He flicks off the safety catches.
"He cast the wall of fire, and attacked first. This is just self defence." Zenix seems annoyed at most by this person
“That’s not what I saw.” Make an insight check. *I have to go :(. Continue this some other time?*
*Sure :D*
Insight:19
*Hello again.*
He’s lying. He just wants an excuse.
*Hiii*
"Sure its not," zenix sighs
“Any last words?”
"Yeah, maybe you should look behind you,"
He doesn’t move. “At what, exactly?”
"Oh, the clones," He says
“Can your clones fly?”
"I don't know, can you survive being skewered?"
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Attack: 26 Damage: 28
Attack: 24 Damage: 33
Attack: 19 Damage: 31
Attack: 30 Damage: 28
The all but the first and last miss at this time,
Zenix sighs, "That was honestly pathetic," He says, a sword forming in his hand, an onyx blade with odd detail in the handle and crossguard
“Shame.” He flies sixty feet into the air. *Want to actually roll initiative or just back-and forth?*
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“Yes. I have done. Twice. I think that’s enough last words.” He opens fire, shooting four times:
Attack: 31 Damage: 38
Attack: 31 Damage: 41
Attack: 27 Damage: 30
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
She watches this and pushes him the teapot "Take as much as you would like"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Dewfell… apparently there are portals here.” He still looks worried.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Ugh.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“I don’t know.. but thank you anyways. I really do enjoy the company.” He offered a small smile.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"So it is a test for poision," Hunter says, leaning over to look at the solution
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
"... Whats wrong? What are you worrying about?" Her worry over things is also fairly clear
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)
*May want to redo these*
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
“Yes. I have done. Twice. And I think that’s enough last words.” He fires four times:
Attack: 31 Damage: 42
Attack: 31 Damage: 41
Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Attack: 19 Damage: 28
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
It seems to stay red for now. Lore sits down on the floor across for him "I would try this for you but you have no blood"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yep.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*4 sources of lucky leve adv?*
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)
“That hyena psycho tried to kill me. And I’m making it my business.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The all but the first and last miss at this time,
Zenix sighs, "That was honestly pathetic," He says, a sword forming in his hand, an onyx blade with odd detail in the handle and crossguard
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
“You. Are you sure you’re alright..?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Barachiel sips some tea. "Thank you. And before you do anything, I don't think I want redemption."
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.
*Elven accuracy and assassin dip, as well as dual-wielding.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"What do you mean?"
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 is more the lack of poison weankess than lack of blood, or the equivilant fluid in my case" Hunter says,
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
“Shame.” He flies sixty feet into the air. *Want to actually roll initiative or just back-and forth?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.