A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
Lysander smirks. "Now do you need something?"
The clone leans against a tree. "Who are you?"
"Lysander." He says, bowing. "And you?"
"Commander Blitz of the 204th squadron."
"Mmm... Of the grand army of the republic?"
*Do I sense a star wars reference?*
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
*!!!* Angel lands, staff pulsing with dark energy as the souls are consumed and sent to their afterlives. She walks towards the wreck, wings displayed prominently.
The clone looks up at her and draws his pistol. "Stay back..." he says weakly.
She ignores him and keeps walking to the main wreckage.
The ship starts to hiss and the clone start to crawl away. In the cockpit two dead clones are jumbled inside.
She stands over them for about a minute before pulling off their helmets and drawing a feather glyph onto their foreheads, closing their eyes if need be. Then she turns and walks with slow, measured steps towards the survivor.
The clone tries to stand up but slumps down against a tree.
She kneels down next to him and touches a hand as cold as the dead to his forehead, drawing a slightly different feather glyph on his forehead. He heals for 46 hit points.
*Techinaclly would be touching the helmet.*
*She pulls it off, then.* Then she stands and observes the wreckage, staff pulsing faintly.
The clone wipes the feather off of his forehead and puts back on his helmet. On the helmet seem to be tally marks.
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
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A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
*!!!* Angel lands, staff pulsing with dark energy as the souls are consumed and sent to their afterlives. She walks towards the wreck, wings displayed prominently.
The clone looks up at her and draws his pistol. "Stay back..." he says weakly.
She ignores him and keeps walking to the main wreckage.
The ship starts to hiss and the clone start to crawl away. In the cockpit two dead clones are jumbled inside.
She stands over them for about a minute before pulling off their helmets and drawing a feather glyph onto their foreheads, closing their eyes if need be. Then she turns and walks with slow, measured steps towards the survivor.
The clone tries to stand up but slumps down against a tree.
She kneels down next to him and touches a hand as cold as the dead to his forehead, drawing a slightly different feather glyph on his forehead. He heals for 46 hit points.
*Techinaclly would be touching the helmet.*
*She pulls it off, then.* Then she stands and observes the wreckage, staff pulsing faintly.
The clone wipes the feather off of his forehead and puts back on his helmet. On the helmet seem to be tally marks.
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
Lysander smirks. "Now do you need something?"
The clone leans against a tree. "Who are you?"
"Lysander." He says, bowing. "And you?"
"Commander Blitz of the 204th squadron."
"Mmm... Of the grand army of the republic?"
*Do I sense a star wars reference?*
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
*!!!* Angel lands, staff pulsing with dark energy as the souls are consumed and sent to their afterlives. She walks towards the wreck, wings displayed prominently.
The clone looks up at her and draws his pistol. "Stay back..." he says weakly.
She ignores him and keeps walking to the main wreckage.
The ship starts to hiss and the clone start to crawl away. In the cockpit two dead clones are jumbled inside.
She stands over them for about a minute before pulling off their helmets and drawing a feather glyph onto their foreheads, closing their eyes if need be. Then she turns and walks with slow, measured steps towards the survivor.
The clone tries to stand up but slumps down against a tree.
She kneels down next to him and touches a hand as cold as the dead to his forehead, drawing a slightly different feather glyph on his forehead. He heals for 46 hit points.
*Techinaclly would be touching the helmet.*
*She pulls it off, then.* Then she stands and observes the wreckage, staff pulsing faintly.
The clone wipes the feather off of his forehead and puts back on his helmet. On the helmet seem to be tally marks.
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Angel of Death." Her head doesn't move.
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A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
Lysander smirks. "Now do you need something?"
The clone leans against a tree. "Who are you?"
"Lysander." He says, bowing. "And you?"
"Commander Blitz of the 204th squadron."
"Mmm... Of the grand army of the republic?"
*Do I sense a star wars reference?*
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
"Please."
Lysander nods motioning to the tavern. He walks over and helps them come over
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
*!!!* Angel lands, staff pulsing with dark energy as the souls are consumed and sent to their afterlives. She walks towards the wreck, wings displayed prominently.
The clone looks up at her and draws his pistol. "Stay back..." he says weakly.
She ignores him and keeps walking to the main wreckage.
The ship starts to hiss and the clone start to crawl away. In the cockpit two dead clones are jumbled inside.
She stands over them for about a minute before pulling off their helmets and drawing a feather glyph onto their foreheads, closing their eyes if need be. Then she turns and walks with slow, measured steps towards the survivor.
The clone tries to stand up but slumps down against a tree.
She kneels down next to him and touches a hand as cold as the dead to his forehead, drawing a slightly different feather glyph on his forehead. He heals for 46 hit points.
*Techinaclly would be touching the helmet.*
*She pulls it off, then.* Then she stands and observes the wreckage, staff pulsing faintly.
The clone wipes the feather off of his forehead and puts back on his helmet. On the helmet seem to be tally marks.
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
*!!!* Angel lands, staff pulsing with dark energy as the souls are consumed and sent to their afterlives. She walks towards the wreck, wings displayed prominently.
The clone looks up at her and draws his pistol. "Stay back..." he says weakly.
She ignores him and keeps walking to the main wreckage.
The ship starts to hiss and the clone start to crawl away. In the cockpit two dead clones are jumbled inside.
She stands over them for about a minute before pulling off their helmets and drawing a feather glyph onto their foreheads, closing their eyes if need be. Then she turns and walks with slow, measured steps towards the survivor.
The clone tries to stand up but slumps down against a tree.
She kneels down next to him and touches a hand as cold as the dead to his forehead, drawing a slightly different feather glyph on his forehead. He heals for 46 hit points.
*Techinaclly would be touching the helmet.*
*She pulls it off, then.* Then she stands and observes the wreckage, staff pulsing faintly.
The clone wipes the feather off of his forehead and puts back on his helmet. On the helmet seem to be tally marks.
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Angel of Death." Her head doesn't move.
"Yea right. And I'm the senator."
"You are? And what is a... senator?"
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
Lysander smirks. "Now do you need something?"
The clone leans against a tree. "Who are you?"
"Lysander." He says, bowing. "And you?"
"Commander Blitz of the 204th squadron."
"Mmm... Of the grand army of the republic?"
*Do I sense a star wars reference?*
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
"Please."
Lysander nods motioning to the tavern. He walks over and helps them come over
Blitz stands up and limps to the tavern, his blaster now holstered. On his helmet and armor on his arms seem to be tally marks
A fireball inters the atmosphere of the world. As it goes hurtling towards the earth it takes the form of a ship. The ship crash lands in the woods where a thick plume of smoke arises.
Angel of Death spreads her wings and glides over the crash site. *If anyone is dead inside, she knows.*
*Multiple deaths*
The ship looks very different from any ships from around here. A Clone Trooper with green and yellow decals on his armor crawls out of the wreckage.
Lysander waves to them. "Need healing?"
The clone draws his blaster pistol and aims at him. "Stay back."
They do so. "Something wrong?"
Portent: 8117
The ship has started to hiss and the clone crawls away from it.
Lysander smirks. "Now do you need something?"
The clone leans against a tree. "Who are you?"
"Lysander." He says, bowing. "And you?"
"Commander Blitz of the 204th squadron."
"Mmm... Of the grand army of the republic?"
*Do I sense a star wars reference?*
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
"Please."
Lysander nods motioning to the tavern. He walks over and helps them come over
Blitz stands up and limps to the tavern, his blaster now holstered. On his helmet and armor on his arms seem to be tally marks
"So, mind telling me a bit about you?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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"Were to? Can I help you enjoy your stay better?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Fireball? No attack...* Lumen jumps and ducks.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Perhaps*
"Yes...how do you know this?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Yea my bad*
"Huh it worked. Ok lets try something else...."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"I have seen much. You need shelter? I don't think your spelljammer will be working any time soon."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The glyph seems to be made of faint smoke that hovers slightly off the skin. When he wipes it, it loses shape but quickly reforms.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Theren lets out a snort of laughter. "Yea sure if you wanna go into a domain of a nameless god."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Lumen watches, intrigued.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Who are you?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"Please."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"I am the Angel of Death." Her head doesn't move.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Albwin looks like he is extremely mad and sad at the same time as he casts eldritch blast at a tree
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Lysander nods motioning to the tavern. He walks over and helps them come over
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yea right. And I'm the senator."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Lumen casts Acid Splash at the tree as well.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Um... Maybe. Don't know that much about it at the moment."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You are? And what is a... senator?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Blitz stands up and limps to the tavern, his blaster now holstered. On his helmet and armor on his arms seem to be tally marks
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Before the acid hits the tree it flys out of the earth.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"So, mind telling me a bit about you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now