On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
Leo suddenly feels a great pain crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe or move. Any movement he tries to take will deal (7) psychic damage. he see's Festus get lashed at by the tendrils. The tendrils aren't able to get a good hold on him unfortunately but corrosive acid from the pits of hell begin to eat at the metal (44).
Fire covers his body, burning at the ooze. Festus blows fire at the tendrils.
The tendrils don't seem to respond to the fire, still trying to grab Festus. Samaritan sighs and walks over, his boots leaving scorch marks on the ground. he walks over to Festus while he breathes fire, taking reaction to bang Festus upside the head with his maul (Hit: 23 Damage: 41 bludgeoning damage and 16 necrotic damage).
He then turns to Leo and chuckles "I told you, child, you decided to mess with the wrong person." he claps his hands twice (Make a WIS save for both him and Festus)
WIS: 17
WIS: 24
Festus slams into the ground, roaring weakly. "FESTUS!" Leo shouts.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo suddenly feels a great pain crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe or move. Any movement he tries to take will deal (7) psychic damage. he see's Festus get lashed at by the tendrils. The tendrils aren't able to get a good hold on him unfortunately but corrosive acid from the pits of hell begin to eat at the metal (44).
Fire covers his body, burning at the ooze. Festus blows fire at the tendrils.
The tendrils don't seem to respond to the fire, still trying to grab Festus. Samaritan sighs and walks over, his boots leaving scorch marks on the ground. he walks over to Festus while he breathes fire, taking reaction to bang Festus upside the head with his maul (Hit: 23 Damage: 41 bludgeoning damage and 16 necrotic damage).
He then turns to Leo and chuckles "I told you, child, you decided to mess with the wrong person." he claps his hands twice (Make a WIS save for both him and Festus)
WIS: 23
WIS: 17
Festus slams into the ground, roaring weakly. "FESTUS!" Leo shouts.
Festus is suddenly shrunk incredibly small, disappearing into the gemstone on the ring on Samartian's finger. Leo is transported to a hedge maze in some sort of magical demiplane where he is unable to escape by magical means. Samaritan sighs and cracks his knuckles "That should hold them for a day." he turns to Phoenix and Theren.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
He sees a figure, watching from the shadows of the forest. They wear a long black leather trenchcoat, and a half-mask over his face to cover his nose and mouth. He just seems to be standing there, eyes narrowed.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
He sees a figure, watching from the shadows of the forest. They wear a long black leather trenchcoat, and a half-mask over his face to cover his nose and mouth. He just seems to be standing there, eyes narrowed.
He glances at them momentarily then does a double take, rasing an eyebrow inquisitively. They shift slightly in their seat, turning and giving a shy wave.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
Rag, a giant dragon human hybrid standing at 15ft tall, pure muscle with the friendliest smile anyone has ever seen, the occasional group of red dragon scales, and large horns jutting out of his head. He sits down next to the Inn, the ground rumbling from his sheer weight, putting out small Pince Nez reading glasses, and opening a cook book, beginning to read.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
Rag, a giant dragon human hybrid standing at 15ft tall, pure muscle with the friendliest smile anyone has ever seen, the occasional group of red dragon scales, and large horns jutting out of his head. He sits down next to the Inn, the ground rumbling from his sheer weight, putting out small Pince Nez reading glasses, and opening a cook book, beginning to read.
The lamia looks up with a start. He looks Rag over curiously, taking note of his unique features. His gaze lingers on the horns a little longer, full of interest.
On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
Rag, a giant dragon human hybrid standing at 15ft tall, pure muscle with the friendliest smile anyone has ever seen, the occasional group of red dragon scales, and large horns jutting out of his head. He sits down next to the Inn, the ground rumbling from his sheer weight, putting out small Pince Nez reading glasses, and opening a cook book, beginning to read.
The lamia looks up with a start. He looks Rag over curiously, taking note of his unique features. He eyes the horse a little longer, not out of fear but more of curiosity.
Rag looks down to them, smiling and putting a bookmark in the cook book, his voice heavy, bassy, rumbling, but friendly and kind "Hello there, I didn't see you, is there something interesting about me?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Leo suddenly feels a great pain crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe or move. Any movement he tries to take will deal (7) psychic damage. he see's Festus get lashed at by the tendrils. The tendrils aren't able to get a good hold on him unfortunately but corrosive acid from the pits of hell begin to eat at the metal (44).
Fire covers his body, burning at the ooze. Festus blows fire at the tendrils.
The tendrils don't seem to respond to the fire, still trying to grab Festus. Samaritan sighs and walks over, his boots leaving scorch marks on the ground. he walks over to Festus while he breathes fire, taking reaction to bang Festus upside the head with his maul (Hit: 23 Damage: 41 bludgeoning damage and 16 necrotic damage).
He then turns to Leo and chuckles "I told you, child, you decided to mess with the wrong person." he claps his hands twice (Make a WIS save for both him and Festus)
WIS: 23
WIS: 17
Festus slams into the ground, roaring weakly. "FESTUS!" Leo shouts.
Festus is suddenly shrunk incredibly small, disappearing into the gemstone on the ring on Samartian's finger. Leo is transported to a hedge maze in some sort of magical demiplane where he is unable to escape by magical means. Samaritan sighs and cracks his knuckles "That should hold them for a day." he turns to Phoenix and Theren.
Theren splits out a wad of blood. "Thanks..."
Phoenix collapses on the ground
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK is also walking through the forest, a pair of binoculars in one clawed hand, a book in another, and a notepad and pen in the other two. She doesn't immediately notice Cide, looking up at the trees.
The young man walks up beside them curiously, "Hello there, find anything interesting?"
"Hello there." She replies, all of her eyes still scanning the trees for something. "I haven't found any yet, but I'm looking to find out what kinds of birds live here."
"I don't think bird's stay here as much, but i hope you find one nice"
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On the outdoor porch outside the inn, there is a large young man with long blonde hair. The upper half of his body is that of a human, wearing a light grey tank top of sorts and some rounded glasses resting on his nose. The lower half of his body is much more peculiar. It is that of a snake, smooth golden scales matching his hair that cover his long serpentine half like a suit of armor. His winding body is coiled upon and around the chair he sits on, nearly burying it in his scaly mass. All he seems to be doing is reading from a small book.
"A challenge."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
WIS: 17
WIS: 24
Festus slams into the ground, roaring weakly. "FESTUS!" Leo shouts.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A bow conjures itself in the Susano'o's hands, drawing back the string as lightning begins to gather at the arrow "Surrender. Please."
*What do you think would be fitting damage for this one time move?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Lightning and piercing good sir*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Festus is suddenly shrunk incredibly small, disappearing into the gemstone on the ring on Samartian's finger. Leo is transported to a hedge maze in some sort of magical demiplane where he is unable to escape by magical means. Samaritan sighs and cracks his knuckles "That should hold them for a day." he turns to Phoenix and Theren.
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
*That part I understood, but I mean numbers.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Extremely loud incorrect buzzer noise*
He sees a figure, watching from the shadows of the forest. They wear a long black leather trenchcoat, and a half-mask over his face to cover his nose and mouth. He just seems to be standing there, eyes narrowed.
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
He glances at them momentarily then does a double take, rasing an eyebrow inquisitively. They shift slightly in their seat, turning and giving a shy wave.
Rag, a giant dragon human hybrid standing at 15ft tall, pure muscle with the friendliest smile anyone has ever seen, the occasional group of red dragon scales, and large horns jutting out of his head. He sits down next to the Inn, the ground rumbling from his sheer weight, putting out small Pince Nez reading glasses, and opening a cook book, beginning to read.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Wanna rp Wendi?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The lamia looks up with a start. He looks Rag over curiously, taking note of his unique features. His gaze lingers on the horns a little longer, full of interest.
*Wendigo, what is your tensile strength?*
Rag looks down to them, smiling and putting a bookmark in the cook book, his voice heavy, bassy, rumbling, but friendly and kind "Hello there, I didn't see you, is there something interesting about me?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He wordlessly keeps his gaze on the horns, gesturing in their direction with his hand
Theren splits out a wad of blood. "Thanks..."
Phoenix collapses on the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No reason, I just felt like asking a pointless question*
*I CAUGHT RAT*
"I don't think bird's stay here as much, but i hope you find one nice"