The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
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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.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
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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.
Loriche is meticulously crafting a set of magic chain mail.
Riotan is skinning an elk.
A new person has entered the tavern, a young man about 19 years old.
Nick sneaks up behind him
Thirteen is too absorbed in the writings of Underdark explorers and aberrant researchers to take notice.
Mauric whirls around. “Good morning!”
the kid makes a beeline to him. "Hey, uh, excuse me sir?"
"Dawww man..." he says. "I was gonna scare you."
“Yes?” Thirteen looks up.
”Would you prefer if I pretended to be scared then?”
"You got any medical expertise?" he asks, showing his cut arm
"Nooo." he says, hugging him
“Of course. How deep is it?”
Mauric hugs him back tightly.
It is down to his bone
"So, whatcha making?"
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 7 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
"Are you alright young one?" The green dragon turns to look at the young man. "You look injured"
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 8 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
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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.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
"Are you alright young one?" The green dragon turns to look at the young man. "You look injured"
He has quite a few cuts, some down to his bone.
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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.
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 8 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
“No worries. What caused it?”
He passes the spoon to Nick and holds up the cup for him.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 8 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
“No worries. What caused it?”
He passes the spoon to Nick and holds up the cup for him.
"A sword wound."
He takes a big bite
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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.
*Sure, sounds fun! Which character(s) do you want?*
*I'm not picky, I love all of them, they are well written and fun.*
*Alrighty! How about... one old and one new?*
Omori is walking around the woods, freshly glistening blood on her hands and a tiny bit around her mouth. She cheerily hums an old song she head as she ambles around.
A hiss can faintly be heard from where the alien-looking ship landed as the metal doors slide open. Some large creature shambles out, its features difficult to make out at this distance save for a glowing light at its core.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 8 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
“No worries. What caused it?”
He passes the spoon to Nick and holds up the cup for him.
"A sword wound."
He takes a big bite
“From whom?”
It’s excellent.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure, sounds fun! Which character(s) do you want?*
*I'm not picky, I love all of them, they are well written and fun.*
*Alrighty! How about... one old and one new?*
Omori is walking around the woods, freshly glistening blood on her hands and a tiny bit around her mouth. She cheerily hums an old song she head as she ambles around.
A hiss can faintly be heard from where the alien-looking ship landed as the metal doors slide open. Some large creature shambles out, its features difficult to make out at this distance save for a glowing light at its core.
*Oh the Spelljammer?*
Merabelle has been in the forest, painting and sitting outside of her cave when they hear Omori. She gets up from her seat, and walks in that direction. She is in her black overalls, recently cleaned.
Tim sees the ship, and was just sitting on the ground, processing the fact that their skin is made of plastic, their knees to their chest as they look down at the ground. When they see it, they meekly wave at them.
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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.'
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 8 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
“No worries. What caused it?”
He passes the spoon to Nick and holds up the cup for him.
"A sword wound."
He takes a big bite
“From whom?”
It’s excellent.
"Skeletons."
His eyes widen as he giggles happily. "This is amazing!!"
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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.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
"Are you alright young one?" The green dragon turns to look at the young man. "You look injured"
He has quite a few cuts, some down to his bone.
The dragon would sing out a single word in draconic, as her magic reverberates through his body to quicken his healing.
The dragon then uses her Legendary Action to perform a Wing Buffet, making sure not to hit the young man as every skeletal creature within 30 feet must make a DC 26 save or take 18 and be knocked prone. Then she flies 60 feet closer to the young man to get between him and any remaining skeletons.
DEX: 17
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
"Are you alright young one?" The green dragon turns to look at the young man. "You look injured"
He has quite a few cuts, some down to his bone.
The dragon would sing out a single word in draconic, as her magic reverberates through his body to quicken his healing.
Healing Word at 5th level: 44
The wounds heal. "Thanks.."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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DEX: 17
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As the Skeletons fall, she rushes to stand between them and the young man. "I'd ask you to retreat if you value your lives, but you skeletal creations rarely have the capacity for conscious or free will, so I will save my breath." She says with a snarl.
“Of course. How deep is it?”
Mauric hugs him back tightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
One skeleton screeches loudly, vanishing into a green smoke. The young man is panting, out of breath
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It is down to his bone
"So, whatcha making?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody want to rp?*
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.)
“A moment then.” Thirteen rummages in his satchel and takes out a cataplasm, spreading the poultice over the wound while channeling magic through it. “Alchemical magic is a strange thing but its scientific basis is nice, consistent and pleases the brain of the scholar.” You regain 7 hit points.
“It’s basically a kind of Japanese shaved ice. It’s really good!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Are you alright young one?" The green dragon turns to look at the young man. "You look injured"
*Sure, sounds fun! Which character(s) do you want?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The wound heals mostly. "Thanks."
"OOOOO! Lemme try!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He has quite a few cuts, some down to his bone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm not picky, I love all of them, they are well written and fun.*
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.)
“No worries. What caused it?”
He passes the spoon to Nick and holds up the cup for him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A sword wound."
He takes a big bite
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alrighty! How about... one old and one new?*
Omori is walking around the woods, freshly glistening blood on her hands and a tiny bit around her mouth. She cheerily hums an old song she head as she ambles around.
A hiss can faintly be heard from where the alien-looking ship landed as the metal doors slide open. Some large creature shambles out, its features difficult to make out at this distance save for a glowing light at its core.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“From whom?”
It’s excellent.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh the Spelljammer?*
Merabelle has been in the forest, painting and sitting outside of her cave when they hear Omori. She gets up from her seat, and walks in that direction. She is in her black overalls, recently cleaned.
Tim sees the ship, and was just sitting on the ground, processing the fact that their skin is made of plastic, their knees to their chest as they look down at the ground. When they see it, they meekly wave at them.
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.)
"Skeletons."
His eyes widen as he giggles happily. "This is amazing!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The dragon would sing out a single word in draconic, as her magic reverberates through his body to quicken his healing.
Healing Word at 5th level: 43
The wounds heal. "Thanks.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.