*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
"I don't what I am thats why I want to be free!!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
"I don't what I am thats why I want to be free!!!"
"... How do you not know what you are?"
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Stroth seems to wake up violently for some reason. He quickly grabs a vial of some glowing orange liquid and drinks it back. "calm down, calm down" he mutters to himself. Suddenly he disappears from his room, like he wasn't there to begin with. He reappears back in the forest, breathing heavily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth seems to wake up violently for some reason. He quickly grabs a vial of some glowing orange liquid and drinks it back. "calm down, calm down" he mutters to himself. Suddenly he disappears from his room, like he wasn't there to begin with. He reappears back in the forest, breathing heavily.
*Meanwhile, Zylna is terrorizing a medallion.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth seems to wake up violently for some reason. He quickly grabs a vial of some glowing orange liquid and drinks it back. "calm down, calm down" he mutters to himself. Suddenly he disappears from his room, like he wasn't there to begin with. He reappears back in the forest, breathing heavily.
*Meanwhile, Zylna is terrorizing a medallion.*
*XD. The medallion about to commit some murders meanwhile Stroth being internally destroyed*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He pulls out both his side pistols & goes for 4 shots, the first being a disarming shot for his rapier.
Hit: 22 Damage: 9 On Hit: make a dc 16 STR saving throw, on fail the rapier is pushed 10 feet away from Finch.
Hit: 22 Damage: 4
Hit: 29 Damage: 6
Hit: 27 Damage: 10 all silvered piercing Damage
str saving throw 10 Finch drops the rapier and pulls out a different one, this one crackling with electricity. DC 19 dex or 37 lightning damage (if save, take half)
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.
He pulls out both his side pistols & goes for 4 shots, the first being a disarming shot for his rapier.
Hit: 22 Damage: 9 On Hit: make a dc 16 STR saving throw, on fail the rapier is pushed 10 feet away from Finch.
Hit: 22 Damage: 4
Hit: 29 Damage: 6
Hit: 27 Damage: 10 all silvered piercing Damage
str saving throw 2 Finch drops the rapier and pulls out a different one, this one crackling with electricity. DC 19 dex or 35 lightning damage (if save, take half)
Also bonus action dodge, and finch moves right next to jeremiah.
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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
"I don't what I am thats why I want to be free!!!"
"... How do you not know what you are?"
*Seems you may have missed. it's alright, today has been distracting for me as well.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
"I don't what I am thats why I want to be free!!!"
"... How do you not know what you are?"
*Seems you may have missed. it's alright, today has been distracting for me as well.*
the medallion grunts "Its been thousands of years"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He pulls out both his side pistols & goes for 4 shots, the first being a disarming shot for his rapier.
Hit: 22 Damage: 9 On Hit: make a dc 16 STR saving throw, on fail the rapier is pushed 10 feet away from Finch.
Hit: 22 Damage: 4
Hit: 29 Damage: 6
Hit: 27 Damage: 10 all silvered piercing Damage
str saving throw 2 Finch drops the rapier and pulls out a different one, this one crackling with electricity. DC 19 dex or 35 lightning damage (if save, take half)
He pulls out both his side pistols & goes for 4 shots, the first being a disarming shot for his rapier.
Hit: 22 Damage: 9 On Hit: make a dc 16 STR saving throw, on fail the rapier is pushed 10 feet away from Finch.
Hit: 22 Damage: 4
Hit: 29 Damage: 6
Hit: 27 Damage: 10 all silvered piercing Damage
str saving throw 2 Finch drops the rapier and pulls out a different one, this one crackling with electricity. DC 19 dex or 35 lightning damage (if save, take half)
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.
"I don't what I am thats why I want to be free!!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"... How do you not know what you are?"
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.
Stroth seems to wake up violently for some reason. He quickly grabs a vial of some glowing orange liquid and drinks it back. "calm down, calm down" he mutters to himself. Suddenly he disappears from his room, like he wasn't there to begin with. He reappears back in the forest, breathing heavily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*-grinning-*
He pulls out both his side pistols & goes for 4 shots, the first being a disarming shot for his rapier.
Hit: 24 Damage: 6 On Hit: make a dc 16 STR saving throw, on fail the rapier is pushed 10 feet away from Finch.
Hit: 23 Damage: 10
Hit: 20 Damage: 9
Hit: 22 Damage: 7 all silvered piercing Damage
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Meanwhile, Zylna is terrorizing a medallion.*
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.
*XD. The medallion about to commit some murders meanwhile Stroth being internally destroyed*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
str saving throw 10 Finch drops the rapier and pulls out a different one, this one crackling with electricity. DC 19 dex or 37 lightning damage (if save, take half)
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.
Also bonus action dodge, and finch moves right next to jeremiah.
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.
*Oh boy, very quiet*
Stroth is outside, trying to calm down.
Lore is cooking in the kitchen.
Yuri is her palace made of thorns and brambles, coldly watching the people of the tavern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Seems you may have missed. it's alright, today has been distracting for me as well.*
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.
the medallion grunts "Its been thousands of years"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Then how'd you even end up on the table?"
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.
"I go where I please, my teleportation skills are... Unpredictable"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
DEX sv: 12, He slithers back, going again
Hit: 19 Damage: 8
Hit: 15 Damage: 7
Hit: 27 Damage: 10
Hit: 12 Damage: 4
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She looked at the medallion for a moment before tying it to her belt with it's cord. "I'm going to keep you."
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.
the medallion seems to scream "NO NO NO NO!!" It yelled "Let me out!!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Out as in out of the medallion? If that's what you mean, I don't know how."
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.
*So op attack?*
Hit: 28 Damage: 5 and 1 lightning
Hit: 15 Damage: 6 and 8 lightning
Hit: 14 Damage: 9 and 5 lightning
Bonus action throw darts
Hit: 9 Damage: 7
Hit: 28 Damage: 6
Hit: 20 Damage: 6
Hit: 28 Damage: 7
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.
"All you gotta do is make a promise to me...... And a blood ritual"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A promise and blood ritual? Sounds trustworthy." She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
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.