*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:19
He hits... but Cathan replies with just the same, chomping down into his neck, teeth embedding into Jacque's scaly flesh. Damage: 13 piercing, and make a STR save or be restrained as Cathan's teeth burst and sprout into thorned plants that feed on Jacque's blood.
Str save:8 Forgot to roll damage:5 piercing
He grunts in pain but keeps his hold on them, waiting for his family and Prospero to help.
Meanwhile, Juliette has no idea what to do, looking and holding on to Prospero, confused and scared for what they may be able to do. She steels herself, holding onto her blade, swing at the illusions.
That’s an interesting ranking, I think Salem should be higher.
*man, (gp) that guy*
*you've met paia and brynn. they're te tea girl and the military one respectively*
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Taika mathide is at the bar drinking cognac and humming. For the first time in a while, bug is nowhere to be seen
Damian is running the bar like always, beginning to hum the same song as them as he serves up drinks, a soft smile on his face.
"Another, please, barkeep!" he seems in a jolly mood
He smiles at them, sliding down another "Not too many more, okay?"
"You'd be surprised how much liquour I can hold"
"As you would I, but I'm the only drunkard the bartender allows."
"I thought you were the bartender?"
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A lady in finery is in the market just outside the inn *it's charlott!*
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The big guy nods and splits the fish open with his bare hands right there on the docks, stuffing most of the offal into his helmet to eat, but tossing the digestive tract aside.
Samaritan sighs and walks over "Here, let me do that for you." He grumbles and picks up the fish. With a flick of his wrist, he had produces a deboning knife and gets to work. He pulls it out like he has done this millions of times, the bones barely having any meat stuck to them. He sets those aside and produces his chefs knife, chopping off the head and tail, setting it aside as well.
Prospero sits back. "Wow. You're really good at this. I've never been much of a cook. I'll eat just about anything, so I never thought to learn to do it especially well."
Taika mathide is at the bar drinking cognac and humming. For the first time in a while, bug is nowhere to be seen
Damian is running the bar like always, beginning to hum the same song as them as he serves up drinks, a soft smile on his face.
"Another, please, barkeep!" he seems in a jolly mood
He smiles at them, sliding down another "Not too many more, okay?"
"You'd be surprised how much liquour I can hold"
"As you would I, but I'm the only drunkard the bartender allows."
"I thought you were the bartender?"
“I said what I said.” He says, chuckling, walking over and leaning on the counter.
"Us tigers don't get drunk."
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The big guy nods and splits the fish open with his bare hands right there on the docks, stuffing most of the offal into his helmet to eat, but tossing the digestive tract aside.
Samaritan sighs and walks over "Here, let me do that for you." He grumbles and picks up the fish. With a flick of his wrist, he had produces a deboning knife and gets to work. He pulls it out like he has done this millions of times, the bones barely having any meat stuck to them. He sets those aside and produces his chefs knife, chopping off the head and tail, setting it aside as well.
Prospero sits back. "Wow. You're really good at this. I've never been much of a cook. I'll eat just about anything, so I never thought to learn to do it especially well."
"A good meal can help your body. From the looks of it, you seem to be a protector of sorts. I don't doubt you do a well enough job already but protein and vitamins & mineral's can help you protect better." He says
Taika mathide is at the bar drinking cognac and humming. For the first time in a while, bug is nowhere to be seen
Damian is running the bar like always, beginning to hum the same song as them as he serves up drinks, a soft smile on his face.
"Another, please, barkeep!" he seems in a jolly mood
He smiles at them, sliding down another "Not too many more, okay?"
"You'd be surprised how much liquour I can hold"
"As you would I, but I'm the only drunkard the bartender allows."
"I thought you were the bartender?"
“I said what I said.” He says, chuckling, walking over and leaning on the counter.
"Us tigers don't get drunk."
“That is biologically incorrect, and tieflings have got a high enough tolerance too. I recommend not arguing with the bartender unless you want to drink somewhere else.”
Taika mathide is at the bar drinking cognac and humming. For the first time in a while, bug is nowhere to be seen
Damian is running the bar like always, beginning to hum the same song as them as he serves up drinks, a soft smile on his face.
"Another, please, barkeep!" he seems in a jolly mood
He smiles at them, sliding down another "Not too many more, okay?"
"You'd be surprised how much liquour I can hold"
"As you would I, but I'm the only drunkard the bartender allows."
"I thought you were the bartender?"
“I said what I said.” He says, chuckling, walking over and leaning on the counter.
"Us tigers don't get drunk."
“That is biologically incorrect, and tieflings have got a high enough tolerance too. I recommend not arguing with the bartender unless you want to drink somewhere else.”
"Very well"
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"Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire, and, as of today, rich man!"
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He hits... but Cathan replies with just the same, chomping down into his neck, teeth embedding into Jacque's scaly flesh. Damage: 13 piercing, and make a STR save or be restrained as Cathan's teeth burst and sprout into thorned plants that feed on Jacque's blood.
Str save:11 Forgot to roll damage:7 piercing
He grunts in pain but keeps his hold on them, waiting for his family and Prospero to help.
Meanwhile, Juliette has no idea what to do, looking and holding on to Prospero, confused and scared for what they may be able to do. She steels herself, holding onto her blade, swing at the illusions.
Cathan pulls his mouth off of Jacque and whispers into his ear. "Your savior isn't used to this blend... he doesn't even know where he is right now, let alone where you are. Your sister is going to suffer, and you are going to die. Scream for me. Scream and they'll see you. Or hold on. Try and be a hero. But those plants will drain your blood, and I will break the jaws off your husk and escape before the spices wear off on your friends. What tricks do you have left? What will you do?"
*now that I've gotten the husband tierlist outta the way, who wants to rp?*
*Im down to rp, I’ll give ya anyone ya like. Any flavor, any toppings, or even no toppings~*
*lesbian flavor*
*Got it.*
Heriot has just beaten everyone else in the bar at arm wrestling and is now enjoying a drink in the corner of the tavern, a slight bit of splintered wood in the table which she promised she would fix.
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*Felix is you and you are Felix, he wouldn’t exist without you.*
Str save:8 Forgot to roll damage:5 piercing
He grunts in pain but keeps his hold on them, waiting for his family and Prospero to help.
Meanwhile, Juliette has no idea what to do, looking and holding on to Prospero, confused and scared for what they may be able to do. She steels herself, holding onto her blade, swing at the illusions.
(good evening)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I keep thinking that my Incubus boi, Nik, looks like this. Just consistently switching outfits.*
https://youtube.com/shorts/Uo6dTvbftGw?si=JRm8J1AoSz9SyIX7
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
*you've met paia and brynn. they're te tea girl and the military one respectively*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
(does anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I thought you were the bartender?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I said what I said.” He says, chuckling, walking over and leaning on the counter.
A lady in finery is in the market just outside the inn *it's charlott!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Prospero sits back. "Wow. You're really good at this. I've never been much of a cook. I'll eat just about anything, so I never thought to learn to do it especially well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Us tigers don't get drunk."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"A good meal can help your body. From the looks of it, you seem to be a protector of sorts. I don't doubt you do a well enough job already but protein and vitamins & mineral's can help you protect better." He says
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 is biologically incorrect, and tieflings have got a high enough tolerance too. I recommend not arguing with the bartender unless you want to drink somewhere else.”
"Very well"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Cut for Fry*
“Sounds like a smart idea. What’s your name?”
"Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire, and, as of today, rich man!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Cathan pulls his mouth off of Jacque and whispers into his ear. "Your savior isn't used to this blend... he doesn't even know where he is right now, let alone where you are. Your sister is going to suffer, and you are going to die. Scream for me. Scream and they'll see you. Or hold on. Try and be a hero. But those plants will drain your blood, and I will break the jaws off your husk and escape before the spices wear off on your friends. What tricks do you have left? What will you do?"
He caresses the lizardfolk's face, giggling.
Piercing:6 Necrotic:4
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Got it.*
Heriot has just beaten everyone else in the bar at arm wrestling and is now enjoying a drink in the corner of the tavern, a slight bit of splintered wood in the table which she promised she would fix.