Rag is serving up some stews for everyone outside of the tavern, being a giant dragon man, many are... hesitant, but when people realize who he is, they quickly come over.
Thane, being a father now, is doing his best to actually make every choice he makes count for the child's future.
Loriche has gathered up a bunch of stuff for Home and is beginning to leave the inn. She’s staying well away from Rag.
Riotan, being the antithesis of all of those good choices, appears behind Thane. “Having a pleasant evening?”
Rag waves over to them with a wide smile "That's a lot you're carrying there, would you like any help?" He politely asks, staying where he is.
He looks down to them, smiling, the golden glow having returned to his scales "I... yes I am. Thank you for asking."
“…no.” She continues walking.
“It‘s a terrifying ordeal to ensure the safety and future of a child, isn’t it? Especially for one with such a dangerous and storied past. I’m sure you have many enemies too, don’t you?”
He doesn’t bother her farther, if she says she can handle it, what’s the point in him following. (Dang, well that was short)
“I have enemies, yes, but you can stop before you get started.” He says, sighing, “I’ve dealt with demons before, I was made a broken man because of them, and I can smell malintent from a mile away now.”
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Omori stops again as well, emerging from that inky wave of shadow and lays in the grass beside Merabelle. She looks up at all the stars, eager for what they have in store for her. "I look forward to that- to being so close to something so sublime and beautiful and... radiant." She seems so happy, looking up at those stars... but she also seems the tiniest bit conflicted by something.
The sunflower watches as he walks away. Once Tim is out of sight and out of earshot, it drops its friendly demeanor and immediately seems far more... cold than before. It shambles away from the Inn, the miniature sun coiled in its stem like a gently bobbing lantern receding into the night.
Merabelle wraps an arm around them before looking down "Now that's the trouble sweetheart? You got that look in yer eyes an' I want ta know what its comin' from." She says, making sure not to make it sound like an order, but a request.
She is silent for a while, not immediately sure how to explain. She takes a deep breath. "...What if the stars don't accept me? I'm the 'creation' of an Elder Evil that's two main aspects were the absence of light and the absence of hope. I'm, like, at least partly made of shadow magic myself. I'm... I'm worried I'll be deemed 'unworthy' or something similar."
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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)
Cathan laughs hysterically, making eye contact with her the whole time. His eyes reveal nothing but pain and ecstasy. "Oh, I like you. I think... your brother. Yes, I'll choose him."
He swings his cane at her as Prospero jumps in the way... and Cathan drops the black vial.
DC 17 Con save or 27 fire damage and an equal amount of poison, save for half. Prospero automatically takes any damage in Juliette's place as he jumped in front of her, but Jacque is on his own.
*Con save for my lil lizard boi:10, stats may be slightly inaccurate.*
Juliette immediately takes her blade from its sheath as the blast lands on her brother, who also draws his blade, they both disappear in a blur of speed as they go to strike Cathon down with lightning quick strikes, precise, though not aimed to kill. I’m just going to assume all of them miss or Prospero stops them.
*Cathan's AC is only 17 since he wears no armor and lacks unarmored defense.*
The smoke makes any retaliation virtually impossible. It's like he's everywhere and nowhere, his visage flickering in and out of the hallucinations. They kill him a million, billion times in mere moments, but it doesn't seem to stick. Eventually, one hallucination is different. His face is on full display, mangled and rotting and burned and skinless, artificial teeth crammed into a wide jack-o-lantern smile. He's standing right behind Juliette, and Prospero is still swatting at hallucinations. Jacque is the only one who can see him as he winds up with an ornate shovel, sharp and sturdy enough to take off someone's head.
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
He opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
Omori stops again as well, emerging from that inky wave of shadow and lays in the grass beside Merabelle. She looks up at all the stars, eager for what they have in store for her. "I look forward to that- to being so close to something so sublime and beautiful and... radiant." She seems so happy, looking up at those stars... but she also seems the tiniest bit conflicted by something.
The sunflower watches as he walks away. Once Tim is out of sight and out of earshot, it drops its friendly demeanor and immediately seems far more... cold than before. It shambles away from the Inn, the miniature sun coiled in its stem like a gently bobbing lantern receding into the night.
Merabelle wraps an arm around them before looking down "Now that's the trouble sweetheart? You got that look in yer eyes an' I want ta know what its comin' from." She says, making sure not to make it sound like an order, but a request.
She is silent for a while, not immediately sure how to explain. She takes a deep breath. "...What if the stars don't accept me? I'm the 'creation' of an Elder Evil that's two main aspects were the absence of light and the absence of hope. I'm, like, at least partly made of shadow magic myself. I'm... I'm worried I'll be deemed 'unworthy' or something similar."
She looks down to them for a moment, before beginning to laugh, first softly, and growing in volume and power “Won’t accept you?! You think they won’t accept you?!” She slaps her knees, before going dead silent, looking her in the eyes “You are the greatest thing the stars will ever receive. I am a cannibalistic giant, you may be the creation of something evil, but you yourself are not. I am proud of you, know that.”
Samaritan is in the restaurant, currently berating a customer for being a dagger inside. He hauls him out, cursing him with everything under the sun, and throws him out into the road. "AND DONT YOU EVER COME BACK!" He bellows and slams the door. He stalks back to the kitchen, informs the staff he is going outside to take a smoke break. He now sits on the loading dock, grumbling to himself about pests.
The Herald is outside, meditating. Knives float around him in a circular pattern like a bladed halo. Still, with his eyes closed, he begins to move. It seems as through he is unconscious while he does this but in control of his actions. The knives slice into a tree, hitting marks already carved out on it.
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
*I wanna bring in Prospero, but Sam would just think he was annoying and not worth dealing with, Luci would be, well, Luci, and I'm pretty sure the Herald would just try and kill the guy.*
*I guess this is what happens when you bring in a superhero.*
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
He opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
“Have you ever performed an exorcism, father?” Eya asks
Samaritan is in the restaurant, currently berating a customer for being a dagger inside. He hauls him out, cursing him with everything under the sun, and throws him out into the road. "AND DONT YOU EVER COME BACK!" He bellows and slams the door. He stalks back to the kitchen, informs the staff he is going outside to take a smoke break. He now sits on the loading dock, grumbling to himself about pests.
The Herald is outside, meditating. Knives float around him in a circular pattern like a bladed halo. Still, with his eyes closed, he begins to move. It seems as through he is unconscious while he does this but in control of his actions. The knives slice into a tree, hitting marks already carved out on it.
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
*I wanna bring in Prospero, but Sam would just think he was annoying and not worth dealing with, Luci would be, well, Luci, and I'm pretty sure the Herald would just try and kill the guy.*
*I guess this is what happens when you bring in a superhero.*
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
He opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
“Have you ever performed an exorcism, father?” Eya asks
Cathan laughs hysterically, making eye contact with her the whole time. His eyes reveal nothing but pain and ecstasy. "Oh, I like you. I think... your brother. Yes, I'll choose him."
He swings his cane at her as Prospero jumps in the way... and Cathan drops the black vial.
DC 17 Con save or 27 fire damage and an equal amount of poison, save for half. Prospero automatically takes any damage in Juliette's place as he jumped in front of her, but Jacque is on his own.
*Con save for my lil lizard boi:10, stats may be slightly inaccurate.*
Juliette immediately takes her blade from its sheath as the blast lands on her brother, who also draws his blade, they both disappear in a blur of speed as they go to strike Cathon down with lightning quick strikes, precise, though not aimed to kill. I’m just going to assume all of them miss or Prospero stops them.
*Cathan's AC is only 17 since he wears no armor and lacks unarmored defense.*
The smoke makes any retaliation virtually impossible. It's like he's everywhere and nowhere, his visage flickering in and out of the hallucinations. They kill him a million, billion times in mere moments, but it doesn't seem to stick. Eventually, one hallucination is different. His face is on full display, mangled and rotting and burned and skinless, artificial teeth crammed into a wide jack-o-lantern smile. He's standing right behind Juliette, and Prospero is still swatting at hallucinations. Jacque is the only one who can see him as he winds up with an ornate shovel, sharp and sturdy enough to take off someone's head.
Jacque runs over, and with no idea what to do, he unhinges his jaw as wide as it will possibly go before attempting to bite down on his shoulder, planning to have his teeth dig into them out of sheer fear for his hero and family. To hit:10
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
He opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
“Have you ever performed an exorcism, father?” Eya asks
He nods "Many a time, yes."
“Thank you, now I think I’ve got a bit of a hitchhiker inside my head.”
Eya’s left eye changes from teal to orange as Mahl takes over
Father Luciano is inside the church, sitting next the fire. He looks into the flames, smiling a bit. A blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, one he made himself depicting a forest-like scene with birds of all colors.
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
He opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
“Have you ever performed an exorcism, father?” Eya asks
He nods "Many a time, yes."
“Thank you, now I think I’ve got a bit of a hitchhiker inside my head.”
Eya’s left eye changes from teal to orange as Mahl takes over
”Really? You want to get rid of me?” Mahl growls.
"Ah, I can see what you mean." He nods a let's her inside.
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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
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He doesn’t bother her farther, if she says she can handle it, what’s the point in him following. (Dang, well that was short)
“I have enemies, yes, but you can stop before you get started.” He says, sighing, “I’ve dealt with demons before, I was made a broken man because of them, and I can smell malintent from a mile away now.”
*I am honored to have took part in this /put's down sword, dramatically/ thank you*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Man, I don’t have the energy to rate everyone rn, but I certainly might. Love all yalls characters though.*
*Ill finish it later, had to do Salem’s at least.*
She is silent for a while, not immediately sure how to explain. She takes a deep breath. "...What if the stars don't accept me? I'm the 'creation' of an Elder Evil that's two main aspects were the absence of light and the absence of hope. I'm, like, at least partly made of shadow magic myself. I'm... I'm worried I'll be deemed 'unworthy' or something similar."
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)
*Cathan's AC is only 17 since he wears no armor and lacks unarmored defense.*
The smoke makes any retaliation virtually impossible. It's like he's everywhere and nowhere, his visage flickering in and out of the hallucinations. They kill him a million, billion times in mere moments, but it doesn't seem to stick. Eventually, one hallucination is different. His face is on full display, mangled and rotting and burned and skinless, artificial teeth crammed into a wide jack-o-lantern smile. He's standing right behind Juliette, and Prospero is still swatting at hallucinations. Jacque is the only one who can see him as he winds up with an ornate shovel, sharp and sturdy enough to take off someone's head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eya knocks on the door to the church as she shivers outside
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Everyone is in S tier except for me, I go in C*
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 opens it and tilts his head "Hello my child, what may I help you with?"
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
She looks down to them for a moment, before beginning to laugh, first softly, and growing in volume and power “Won’t accept you?! You think they won’t accept you?!” She slaps her knees, before going dead silent, looking her in the eyes “You are the greatest thing the stars will ever receive. I am a cannibalistic giant, you may be the creation of something evil, but you yourself are not. I am proud of you, know that.”
*I wanna bring in Prospero, but Sam would just think he was annoying and not worth dealing with, Luci would be, well, Luci, and I'm pretty sure the Herald would just try and kill the guy.*
*I guess this is what happens when you bring in a superhero.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You should be in SS tier, with Baalze. If there was one.*
“Have you ever performed an exorcism, father?” Eya asks
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Try with any and we shall see >:3*
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
*Salem, your tierlist destroyed my fingers and I didn't even make an account...*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He nods "Many a time, yes."
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
Jacque runs over, and with no idea what to do, he unhinges his jaw as wide as it will possibly go before attempting to bite down on his shoulder, planning to have his teeth dig into them out of sheer fear for his hero and family. To hit:10
“Thank you, now I think I’ve got a bit of a hitchhiker inside my head.”
Eya’s left eye changes from teal to orange as Mahl takes over
”Really? You want to get rid of me?” Mahl growls.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Ah, I can see what you mean." He nods a let's her inside.
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
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