*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.
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.
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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
*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?"
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
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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.)
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?"
She nods "I always rest fairly well when im around you"
*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?"
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
Wolfe walks over and takes a seat next to her. "Well, let me tell you a bit. If you're not one of those super powerful beings who can erase others, be careful how you talk to some people here, 'cause there are a few like that, and they will erase you if they think you're bad." She pointed to where the fiend was. "So make sure you keep that thing on a very short leash if he's gonna be 'grumpy' all the time."
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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.
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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
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?"
She nods "I always rest fairly well when im around you"
"I can say the same to you. Have you had anything to eat, yet?"
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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?"
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
Wolfe walks over and takes a seat next to her. "Well, let me tell you a bit. If you're not one of those super powerful beings who can erase others, be careful how you talk to some people here, 'cause there are a few like that, and they will erase you if they think you're bad." She pointed to where the fiend was. "So make sure you keep that thing on a very short leash if he's gonna be 'grumpy' all the time."
"Oh no, i know im not powerful. I'm just a demonologist. I specialize in knowing demons and devils. Just a simple warlock." she said
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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
The Haka intensifies, they do not near the pair, but continue their intimidating war chant as a defensive tactic.
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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."
"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?"
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
Wolfe walks over and takes a seat next to her. "Well, let me tell you a bit. If you're not one of those super powerful beings who can erase others, be careful how you talk to some people here, 'cause there are a few like that, and they will erase you if they think you're bad." She pointed to where the fiend was. "So make sure you keep that thing on a very short leash if he's gonna be 'grumpy' all the time."
"Oh no, i know im not powerful. I'm just a demonologist. I specialize in knowing demons and devils. Just a simple warlock." she said
"Then yeah, you might wanna be a bit careful." Wolfe patted her shoulder. "Just making sure you and the thing know."
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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?"
She nods "I always rest fairly well when im around you"
"I can say the same to you. Have you had anything to eat, yet?"
She shakes her head "Are you providing something?"
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?"
She nods "I always rest fairly well when im around you"
"I can say the same to you. Have you had anything to eat, yet?"
She shakes her head "Are you providing something?"
"I would love to. What would you like?"
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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.
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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
The Haka intensifies, they do not near the pair, but continue their intimidating war chant as a defensive tactic.
Sinclair begins to look annoyed. She looks at the pit fiend who is acting grumpy and lets him go like mist in the wind.
Sharlene dodges the first, gets a bit sliced by the second, and easily dodges the last, laughing a bit. 1 (for the damage) 19 (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.
20 to hit, 11 damage.
She then goes to punch them across the 'face'. (or what is equal to their face)
20 to hit, 15 damage
After that, she punches then kicks towards the gut area. *Flurry of Blows*
33 to hit, 8 damage
22 to hit, 8 damage
They take all the hits, managing to stay stable from the hit to the legs, the mask smacking into their face with the punch, taking the hits to gut, and in retaliation they do a gesture with each of their hands holding the scythe sending two skeletal hands reaking of death to sharlene while she brings her scythe in for another slice
Chill Touches:
To Hit: 27 Damage: 15 necrotic
To Hit: 26 Damage: 14 necrotic
Scythe:
To Hit: 26 Damage: 14 slashing
*lmk if you need any reminders on the wounding effect for their scythe*
*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?"
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
Wolfe walks over and takes a seat next to her. "Well, let me tell you a bit. If you're not one of those super powerful beings who can erase others, be careful how you talk to some people here, 'cause there are a few like that, and they will erase you if they think you're bad." She pointed to where the fiend was. "So make sure you keep that thing on a very short leash if he's gonna be 'grumpy' all the time."
"Oh no, i know im not powerful. I'm just a demonologist. I specialize in knowing demons and devils. Just a simple warlock." she said
"Then yeah, you might wanna be a bit careful." Wolfe patted her shoulder. "Just making sure you and the thing know."
She smiles "Don't treat me like a child, i have lived 6 lifetimes." she said "And i know better then to flaunt power"
*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.
Fable nods.
*sorry replying when in combat takes a sec.*
"so, guess your here just to write down more things?"
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?"
She nods "I always rest fairly well when im around you"
"I can say the same to you. Have you had anything to eat, yet?"
She shakes her head "Are you providing something?"
Sharlene dodges the first, gets a bit sliced by the second, and easily dodges the last, laughing a bit. 1 (for the damage) 19 (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.
20 to hit, 11 damage.
She then goes to punch them across the 'face'. (or what is equal to their face)
20 to hit, 15 damage
After that, she punches then kicks towards the gut area. *Flurry of Blows*
33 to hit, 8 damage
22 to hit, 8 damage
They take all the hits, managing to stay stable from the hit to the legs, the mask smacking into their face with the punch, taking the hits to gut, and in retaliation they do a gesture with each of their hands holding the scythe sending to skeletal hands reaking of death to sharlene while she brings her scythe for another slice
Chill Touches:
To Hit: 25 Damage: 23 necrotic
To Hit: 28 Damage: 18 necrotic
Scythe:
To Hit: 29 Damage: 9 slashing
*lmk if you need any reminders on the wounding effect for their scythe*
*1d4, dc 15 con save, pretty easy to remember.*
4 , 23 con
She takes all of the attacks, standing her ground and only looking excited. "A bit better!"
She jumps up and does a mid-air spinning roundhouse kick, and when she lands, she goes for another sweep with her legs.
20 to hit, 17 damage
25 to hit, 10 damage
She takes some steps back and launches a fireball at them. (DC 18 dex save, take half damage on a success)
27 damage
*Also ignores fire resistance*
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*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.
Fable nods.
*sorry replying when in combat takes a sec.*
"so, guess your here just to write down more things?"
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.
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Fable nods.
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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.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
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
She shakes her head "I have not, Im just resting at the minute but i would love have some company"
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
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
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 "I always rest fairly well when im around 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
Wolfe walks over and takes a seat next to her. "Well, let me tell you a bit. If you're not one of those super powerful beings who can erase others, be careful how you talk to some people here, 'cause there are a few like that, and they will erase you if they think you're bad." She pointed to where the fiend was. "So make sure you keep that thing on a very short leash if he's gonna be 'grumpy' all the time."
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"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
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
"I can say the same to you. Have you had anything to eat, yet?"
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"Oh no, i know im not powerful. I'm just a demonologist. I specialize in knowing demons and devils. Just a simple warlock." 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
The Haka intensifies, they do not near the pair, but continue their intimidating war chant as a defensive tactic.
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.)
"Then yeah, you might wanna be a bit careful." Wolfe patted her shoulder. "Just making sure you and the thing know."
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She shakes her head "Are you providing something?"
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
"I would love to. What would you like?"
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Sinclair begins to look annoyed. She looks at the pit fiend who is acting grumpy and lets him go like mist in the wind.
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
They take all the hits, managing to stay stable from the hit to the legs, the mask smacking into their face with the punch, taking the hits to gut, and in retaliation they do a gesture with each of their hands holding the scythe sending two skeletal hands reaking of death to sharlene while she brings her scythe in for another slice
Chill Touches:
To Hit: 27 Damage: 15 necrotic
To Hit: 26 Damage: 14 necrotic
Scythe:
To Hit: 26 Damage: 14 slashing
*lmk if you need any reminders on the wounding effect for their scythe*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She smiles "Don't treat me like a child, i have lived 6 lifetimes." she said "And i know better then to flaunt power"
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
*sorry replying when in combat takes a sec.*
"so, guess your here just to write down more things?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You" she purrs
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
*1d4, dc 15 con save, pretty easy to remember.*
4 , 23 con
She takes all of the attacks, standing her ground and only looking excited. "A bit better!"
She jumps up and does a mid-air spinning roundhouse kick, and when she lands, she goes for another sweep with her legs.
20 to hit, 17 damage
25 to hit, 10 damage
She takes some steps back and launches a fireball at them. (DC 18 dex save, take half damage on a success)
27 damage
*Also ignores fire resistance*
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Exactly."
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.