*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
Fable nods. Of course.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
Fable switches to his 'outside voice' "What brings you here?"
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
"I am not death, I am a shepherd of the dead, a Reaper."
She laughed. "Potayto, Potahto, don't use that as an excuse to avoid getting you [1gp] kicked by a little human woman like me."
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*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
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*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
Fable nods. Of course.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
Fable switches to his 'outside voice' "What brings you here?"
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.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
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Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is talking to Wolfe.
Lore/Oscar are is rotational Stasis.
Teruo hugs her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. "Good morning, Yuri."
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*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
"I am not death, I am a shepherd of the dead, a Reaper."
She laughed. "Potayto, Potahto, don't use that as an excuse to avoid getting you [1gp] kicked by a little human woman like me."
Right as she finishes that they teleport behind her now holding their scythe in both hands saying, "Try me." as she swings thrice with her scythe
To Hit: 31 Damage: 12
To Hit: 29 Damage: 11
To Hit: 20 Damage: 11
Any hit points lost from their scythe can only be regained by a short or long rest, & if at least one attack lands 1d4 necrotic damage is taken each turn Sharlene takes, a dc 15 con save can be made after the damage is rolled to end the effect, this stacks, & a con save is made for each individual die given by this effect.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is talking to Wolfe.
Lore/Oscar are is rotational Stasis.
Teruo hugs her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. "Good morning, Yuri."
She smiles and kisses his forehead "Good morning my love" she said
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
"I am Sinclair, who are you?" she chimed
"Wolfe. You just got here, yeah?"
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Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is with her Pit fiend comrade. She is reading over scrolls and such, copying notes on to paper. The pit fiend is walking around, keeping an eye on Sinclair while patrolling.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
Fable nods. Of course.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
Fable switches to his 'outside voice' "What brings you here?"
Me, or my facade for Fuchsia? She asks uncertain
"Either one."
"Eh just came here out of boredom, saw a building that wasn't abandoned so I came to see the people that are here." She says in Fuschia's voice.
Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is with her Pit fiend comrade. She is reading over scrolls and such, copying notes on to paper. The pit fiend is walking around, keeping an eye on Sinclair while patrolling.
Emrick waves at Yuri.
The leader of the goliath band continues the Haka with his comrades, trying to intimidate the Pit fiend and Sinclair away from their sacred burial place.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
"I am not death, I am a shepherd of the dead, a Reaper."
She laughed. "Potayto, Potahto, don't use that as an excuse to avoid getting you [1gp] kicked by a little human woman like me."
Right as she finishes that they teleport behind her now holding their scythe in both hands saying, "Try me." as she swings thrice with her scythe
To Hit: 18 Damage: 11
To Hit: 24 Damage: 13
To Hit: 14 Damage: 12
Any hit points lost from their scythe can only be regained by a short or long rest, & if at least one attack lands 1d4 necrotic damage is taken each turn Sharlene takes, a dc 15 con save can be made after the damage is rolled to end the effect, this stacks, & a con save is made for each individual die given by this effect.
Sharlene dodges the first, gets a bit sliced by the second, and easily dodges the last, laughing a bit. 2 (for the damage) 23 (con save) "Good slices, too bad you ain't as good as me!"
She kicks towards where their legs would be, attempting to sweep them out as well.
22 to hit, 17 damage.
She then goes to punch them across the 'face'. (or what is equal to their face)
28 to hit, 11 damage
After that, she punches then kicks towards the gut area. *Flurry of Blows*
16 to hit, 9 damage
23 to hit, 17 damage
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*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
"I am Sinclair, who are you?" she chimed
"Wolfe. You just got here, yeah?"
She nods "Tis a pleasue to meet you"
"Have you heard anything about this place, yet?"
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Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is talking to Wolfe.
Lore/Oscar are is rotational Stasis.
Teruo hugs her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. "Good morning, Yuri."
She smiles and kisses his forehead "Good morning my love" she said
"You rest good?"
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Me, or my facade for Fuchsia? She asks uncertain
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She laughed. "Potayto, Potahto, don't use that as an excuse to avoid getting you [1gp] kicked by a little human woman like me."
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Wolfe snarled back. "You got a problem?"
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Sinclair smacks the fiends arm. It grumbles and disappears into thin air. Sinclair smiles again "Forgive him, he is always grumpy."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Either one."
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.
Wolfe rolled her arm. "It's alright, not like he'd be a major problem."
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Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is talking to Wolfe.
Lore/Oscar are is rotational Stasis.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Teruo hugs her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. "Good morning, Yuri."
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"I am Sinclair, who are you?" she chimed
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Right as she finishes that they teleport behind her now holding their scythe in both hands saying, "Try me." as she swings thrice with her scythe
To Hit: 31 Damage: 12
To Hit: 29 Damage: 11
To Hit: 20 Damage: 11
Any hit points lost from their scythe can only be regained by a short or long rest, & if at least one attack lands 1d4 necrotic damage is taken each turn Sharlene takes, a dc 15 con save can be made after the damage is rolled to end the effect, this stacks, & a con save is made for each individual die given by this effect.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She smiles and kisses his forehead "Good morning my love" she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Wolfe. You just got here, yeah?"
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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.
Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
She nods "Tis a pleasue to meet you"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is with her Pit fiend comrade. She is reading over scrolls and such, copying notes on to paper. The pit fiend is walking around, keeping an eye on Sinclair while patrolling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Eh just came here out of boredom, saw a building that wasn't abandoned so I came to see the people that are here." She says in Fuschia's voice.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Emrick waves at Yuri.
The leader of the goliath band continues the Haka with his comrades, trying to intimidate the Pit fiend and Sinclair away from their sacred burial place.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Sharlene dodges the first, gets a bit sliced by the second, and easily dodges the last, laughing a bit. 2 (for the damage) 23 (con save) "Good slices, too bad you ain't as good as me!"
She kicks towards where their legs would be, attempting to sweep them out as well.
22 to hit, 17 damage.
She then goes to punch them across the 'face'. (or what is equal to their face)
28 to hit, 11 damage
After that, she punches then kicks towards the gut area. *Flurry of Blows*
16 to hit, 9 damage
23 to hit, 17 damage
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.
"Have you heard anything about this place, yet?"
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.
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"You rest good?"
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.