The gator laughs raucously at the sight. "OH, A PRIEST? LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND GET SOME CHOCOLATE! HALF OF IT WAS STOLEN BY AND FROM THE CLERGY ANYWAY!"
Luciano shakes his head "I am good. Thank you but I will have to decline." He smiles warmly.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
The gatorfolk jumps off the ship as soon as the dock is within reach of his leap. "You there!" He calls, pointing at Thane. "Anything you want from the ship?"
He looks up to them, putting his axe into the ground next to them, his hands on his lap, his rumbling “Is there anything I would want?” He asks curiously, but sounding more intimidating.
He laughs. "I heard that you undead folks can't taste very well, so maybe some peppers! Blankets to keep away the chill of the grave? Pillows for your eternal half-rest? I don't really know what you would like, really! Cigars? Fruit? Booze?" He seems to be having fun.
He tilts his head “You undead folks?” He lets the words roll in his mouth “Do you have cactus based alcohol? Anything from the Gnarly desert?” He curiously asks, standing up, smiling, though it appears threatening with his sharp fangs.
Marie has a bounty on her head, and as a result, while busy grave robbing, was attacked by the infamous man known only as the bounty hunter, and is currently fighting them to what will likely be the death. At this rate, Marie isn’t going to beat them on her own, though there are several poison darts and knives in them. She is bleeding from deep cuts in her mid section and shoulder.
Jax, who's never far from her, steps in, standing between her and them. "Rough night?" he jests, running two frosty fingers over each wound, sealing them temporarily.
She holds her pickaxe in one hand, another knife in the other, seemingly infinite numbers within her grasp. She chuckles at Jax’s jest, but the bounty hunter silently points at them. Jax feels he’s been marked.
He growls, dashing back away from it, pulling out a sword with a maroon hilt, and a black, curved, and cursed blade. "Who the hell is this guy?"
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
"You're a criminal? You're ruining my good name, you know." he huffs, running a finger over the edge of his blade, drawing blood and imbuing the blade with it, adding 2d8 ice damage for 4 turns.
“Oh come on Jax, don’t pretend you didn’t know. Oh, and you know you couldn’t live without me.” She takes the time to boop him on the nose, before throwing two more knives into the bounty hunter’s chest. To hit:1510 Damage:78
"I'm a bad liar, I know." he says, rushing forward with a flurry of slashes aimed at the man's chest.
Attack: 33 Damage: 26 + 6 Ice Damage
Attack: 29 Damage: 18 + 7 Ice Damage
Attack: 32 Damage: 18 + 4 Ice Damage
He raises two arms to block, but the cut cleave run through his armor, into his arms, though he doesn’t even grunt at the pain. He does collapse to the ground, his arms cut half way open.
"This guy's pissing me off..." he growls, making a swift thust into their face. Attack: 23 Damage: 9 + 8 Ice damage
"I'll enjoy burning his body in the fire in the cafe..."
They cut through the armor on their face, cutting into them. Marie stumbles over to them as the adrenaline runs out “I think I’m going to fall unconscious, I lost a bit of blood, and might have some new scars.”
he pulls his sword out of the guys face, it promptly disappearing into his demiplane. He rushes over to her, panicking. "[GP], Okay... uh, lets go get you patch up..." she says, carrying her to the bath-house.
She is too weak to resist being picked up, barely able to stay conscious and think straight “Thank you… I love you so much Jax… I want to be with you forever…” She says, her eyes barely open, still losing blood at every moment.
The gator laughs raucously at the sight. "OH, A PRIEST? LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND GET SOME CHOCOLATE! HALF OF IT WAS STOLEN BY AND FROM THE CLERGY ANYWAY!"
Luciano shakes his head "I am good. Thank you but I will have to decline." He smiles warmly.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
"Hah, no. As much fun as it seems, I cannot partake in it." He bows his head respectfully .
He hesitantly pulls away for a moment, pointing at an alley about a rooftop away
Scott nods and stands up "I'll go check it out okay?"
Tycho holds onto him, "I- I c-can come. I don't... i don't want to be alone"
"That's okay. I just don't want you getting upset anymore okay?" He hugs him again.
He nods softly, getting up with him, still clinging to his arm
Scott goes to the spot he marked out and explore the area around.
The alleyway is coated in dried blood, almost like thick paint
He grimaces, trying to stay brave. He pulls out his book and his pen, writing something down. In an instant, the world seems to blur as the blood suddenly disappears.
"T-That...?" Tycho tilts his head,
"That was the books power. I found that once a month I can write something into existence or out of it." He explains "I just used my once a month today to get rid of the blood and the person's existence entirely so they can't be tracked back to you.'
"W-why would you..." he looks down, holding onto scott a bitt tighter
"Of course!" He calls back. "What color would you like? Ah, I'm joking, they're every color!" He snaps his fingers and a couple smugglers in warm clothes start unloading crates and crates of goods. One of them brings the gatorfolk a hand-made quilt, which he presents to Lilac with great fanfare (but not taking too much time about it). "Viola! As warm as the day it was made!"
"Wow!" she says, absolutely star struck as she wraps herself up in it with a sigh of comfort. "Thank you, so much!"
"You're welcome, from me and from the lovely people over in Neverwinter! They worked themselves to the bone making all these quilts!" He laughs. "I managed to get them in the mood to start giving after I showed them how I was going to tear their society apart if they didn't start treating their people better, but that's a detail I don't feel like getting in to at the moment! They love me there!"
He laughs. "I heard that you undead folks can't taste very well, so maybe some peppers! Blankets to keep away the chill of the grave? Pillows for your eternal half-rest? I don't really know what you would like, really! Cigars? Fruit? Booze?" He seems to be having fun.
He tilts his head “You undead folks?” He lets the words roll in his mouth “Do you have cactus based alcohol? Anything from the Gnarly desert?” He curiously asks, standing up, smiling, though it appears threatening with his sharp fangs.
"Oh, Gnarly? That's a bit tough..." He rubs his chin, then grins. "Tequila and spices sound good to you?"
The gator laughs raucously at the sight. "OH, A PRIEST? LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND GET SOME CHOCOLATE! HALF OF IT WAS STOLEN BY AND FROM THE CLERGY ANYWAY!"
Luciano shakes his head "I am good. Thank you but I will have to decline." He smiles warmly.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
*Is this just Vector from Sonic*
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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.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
"Hah, no. As much fun as it seems, I cannot partake in it." He bows his head respectfully .
He grabs a bottle of wine and some chocolates. "More for me then!" He chugs the entire bottle and tosses it into the water. After a bit, he slows down, his smile faltering. "Why?"
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
"Hah, no. As much fun as it seems, I cannot partake in it." He bows his head respectfully .
He grabs a bottle of wine and some chocolates. "More for me then!" He chugs the entire bottle and tosses it into the water. After a bit, he slows down, his smile faltering. "Why?"
"I can only eat foods that I have grown, made, or harvested by my hand only. All my food comes from my orchard, my gardens, and from the church forests." He explains.
The gator laughs raucously at the sight. "OH, A PRIEST? LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND GET SOME CHOCOLATE! HALF OF IT WAS STOLEN BY AND FROM THE CLERGY ANYWAY!"
Luciano shakes his head "I am good. Thank you but I will have to decline." He smiles warmly.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
*Is this just Vector from Sonic*
*No. First, I never heard of Vector before now, and second, this guy does not have headphones.*
The gator laughs raucously at the sight. "OH, A PRIEST? LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND GET SOME CHOCOLATE! HALF OF IT WAS STOLEN BY AND FROM THE CLERGY ANYWAY!"
Luciano shakes his head "I am good. Thank you but I will have to decline." He smiles warmly.
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
*Is this just Vector from Sonic*
*No. First, I never heard of Vector before now, and second, this guy does not have headphones.*
*awwwwww...*
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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.
He grabs a bottle of wine and some chocolates. "More for me then!" He chugs the entire bottle and tosses it into the water. After a bit, he slows down, his smile faltering. "Why?"
"I can only eat foods that I have grown, made, or harvested by my hand only. All my food comes from my orchard, my gardens, and from the church forests." He explains.
"Bah, dumb gods and their rituals. Well, why not take a quilt then? You have a ministry, don't you? Surely people need warmth around now!"
"What are you so worried about, old man?" he cackles, dropping the mic. "Afraid of a little fun?!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tilts his head “You undead folks?” He lets the words roll in his mouth “Do you have cactus based alcohol? Anything from the Gnarly desert?” He curiously asks, standing up, smiling, though it appears threatening with his sharp fangs.
*Here ya go, got ta go soon, sorry.*
"Hah, no. As much fun as it seems, I cannot partake in it." He bows his head respectfully .
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
"Yeah... you're just sweet" he mumbles
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"You're welcome, from me and from the lovely people over in Neverwinter! They worked themselves to the bone making all these quilts!" He laughs. "I managed to get them in the mood to start giving after I showed them how I was going to tear their society apart if they didn't start treating their people better, but that's a detail I don't feel like getting in to at the moment! They love me there!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, Gnarly? That's a bit tough..." He rubs his chin, then grins. "Tequila and spices sound good to you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is this just Vector from Sonic*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He grabs a bottle of wine and some chocolates. "More for me then!" He chugs the entire bottle and tosses it into the water. After a bit, he slows down, his smile faltering. "Why?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can only eat foods that I have grown, made, or harvested by my hand only. All my food comes from my orchard, my gardens, and from the church forests." He explains.
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
*cut for Alaric.*
"Is something else wrong?" Scott asks.
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
*No. First, I never heard of Vector before now, and second, this guy does not have headphones.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut for Luna*
Xan shrugs as well "Probably not."
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
*awwwwww...*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
he shakes his head, "Nothing i can't handle"
"Bah, dumb gods and their rituals. Well, why not take a quilt then? You have a ministry, don't you? Surely people need warmth around now!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs and tilts his head up. The world seems to flicker, like a dying bulb, as The Writer takes his place. "Fess up doll, we wanna know."
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