The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
something thumps against the glass window
Leo peeks out the grimy window
Isaac's bird appears to have flown into the window by mistake and is now hopping around
Leo goes and scoops it up, starting to fix it
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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.
*Baalze, I do remember you accepting the thing I said wasn't a challenge. I just wanted to remind you in the case you forgot.*
*Rag is kind of just a dad to me. He's like Superman in a way, in the sense that his mere existence makes it difficult to do evil things. His anger issues make him human, but he's just that: human. Despite his immense power, he's still just a nice guy.*
*Baalze, I do remember you accepting the thing I said wasn't a challenge. I just wanted to remind you in the case you forgot.*
*Rag is kind of just a dad to me. He's like Superman in a way, in the sense that his mere existence makes it difficult to do evil things. His anger issues make him human, but he's just that: human. Despite his immense power, he's still just a nice guy.*
*Huh, an answer simple in it's complexity. An answer I didn't expect, but one I find accurate. Thank you Baalze.*
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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.'
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
something thumps against the glass window
Leo peeks out the grimy window
Isaac's bird appears to have flown into the window by mistake and is now hopping around
Leo goes and scoops it up, starting to fix it
The lenses of its eyes are foggy and the beak is a bit dented but other than that the bird is fine
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
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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.'
"Not great. My mother isn't interested in talking to me anymore, so I think I'll have to kill her husband." The monster picks up a croissant layered with tender, thinly sliced flesh and fat instead of butter.
"I see. Good luck with your hunt." The shadow replies, sitting down in midair. "I'm dealing with some family matters myself. My creation is refusing to come home, and their 'mother' is fighting me about it."
"Mm. Love is something most beings crave desperately. I would suggest offering that instead of offering suffering, as most beings do everything in their power to avoid that. You've got the carrot and the stick concept backwards." It lifts its newspaper again. "At least, according to what the shadows tell me. Nasty things, work for anyone they like without conditions or qualms."
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
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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 Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
Merabelle walks over to them, seemingly the source of the purifying effect, waving at them with a smile.
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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.'
*Condition Immunities: blinded, charmed, deafened, exhaustion, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned, prone, restrained, stunned.* *Also, magic resistance and all attacks against this thing have disadvantage.*
STR: 12 INT: 38
*STR save fails.*
Sharp teeth like razors suddenly pierce into the arm of whatever this is and throw him to the side, hitting multiple trees on the way. The teeth don't let go either, sinking deeper like a lock on his arm. Stroth snarls madly, her eyes becoming wild with anger and hate.
It passes through the trees as if they were nothing. It sighs and runs its hand through her hair. "I thought you were different."
WIS save, taking 48 psychic and becoming Stunned for one minute on each fail , and taking half damage on a success. Do that five times.
All damage is Force, and for the first two that hit, make more WIS saves, reducing her CHA by 4 for each fail.
*Resistance to all damage so half for all the attacks and immune to psychic due to Mind Blank spell. Attacks 2, 3, 6, 7, 10, and 11 don't hit.*
* WIS Save: 14*
She laughs madly as her hand suddenly glows. A powerful bolt of radiant light forms from it. (Attack: 31 Damage: 11. Take this amount of damage each time until Remove Curse is casted.)
At her own will, she is going to cast investiture of flame (Take 8 fire damage each turn he is within five feet of her)
*She is now immune to fire damage and resistant to cold damage*
*Anybody else want to rp while I've still got the time to? If not, I'll just be here, chillin.*
*Baalze? Theren?*
*Sure, who you want?*
*I missed it earlier, but your new character, other than that you can add anyone else.*
*I'm not having fun with my new character, but I'm guessing that's because I haven't played with them enough yet.*
The entity that arrived a while ago is sitting in a rocking chair in front of Sparrow's house, petting a cat.
*It's a matter of time, we will have to see if you like the character after play it enough.*
Sparrow walks inside, putting his belt on the coat rack along with his duster before seeing the entity, and stopping, quickdrawing Rosemary "An' who're ya?"
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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.'
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
Merabelle walks over to them, seemingly the source of the purifying effect, waving at them with a smile.
It hisses at her, seemingly in pain
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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 Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
Merabelle walks over to them, seemingly the source of the purifying effect, waving at them with a smile.
It hisses at her, seemingly in pain
She dispels the purifying effect "Oh, was that hurtin' ya? Sorry 'bout that."
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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.'
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
Merabelle walks over to them, seemingly the source of the purifying effect, waving at them with a smile.
It hisses at her, seemingly in pain
She dispels the purifying effect "Oh, was that hurtin' ya? Sorry 'bout that."
It lets out a pained cry
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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 goes and scoops it up, starting to fix it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Rag is kind of just a dad to me. He's like Superman in a way, in the sense that his mere existence makes it difficult to do evil things. His anger issues make him human, but he's just that: human. Despite his immense power, he's still just a nice guy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The creature can feel waves upon waves of purifying druidic power moving through the forest, coming from somewhere nearby.
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.)
*Huh, an answer simple in it's complexity. An answer I didn't expect, but one I find accurate. Thank you Baalze.*
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 lenses of its eyes are foggy and the beak is a bit dented but other than that the bird is fine
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Sure, who you want?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I missed it earlier, but your new character, other than that you can add anyone else.*
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.)
It hisses, using its shadows to defend itself
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The waves aren't aimed at the creature, less are they harming the creature. It seems as if something is trying to stop the Seer, rather than the creature.
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.)
"Mm. Love is something most beings crave desperately. I would suggest offering that instead of offering suffering, as most beings do everything in their power to avoid that. You've got the carrot and the stick concept backwards." It lifts its newspaper again. "At least, according to what the shadows tell me. Nasty things, work for anyone they like without conditions or qualms."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The creature still hisses, wrapping itself in the shadows
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 having fun with my new character, but I'm guessing that's because I haven't played with them enough yet.*
The entity that arrived a while ago is sitting in a rocking chair in front of Sparrow's house, petting a cat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Merabelle walks over to them, seemingly the source of the purifying effect, waving at them with a smile.
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.)
*Resistance to all damage so half for all the attacks and immune to psychic due to Mind Blank spell. Attacks 2, 3, 6, 7, 10, and 11 don't hit.*
* WIS Save: 14*
She laughs madly as her hand suddenly glows. A powerful bolt of radiant light forms from it. (Attack: 31 Damage: 11. Take this amount of damage each time until Remove Curse is casted.)
At her own will, she is going to cast investiture of flame (Take 8 fire damage each turn he is within five feet of her)
*She is now immune to fire damage and resistant to cold damage*
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
*It's a matter of time, we will have to see if you like the character after play it enough.*
Sparrow walks inside, putting his belt on the coat rack along with his duster before seeing the entity, and stopping, quickdrawing Rosemary "An' who're ya?"
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.)
It hisses at her, seemingly in pain
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She dispels the purifying effect "Oh, was that hurtin' ya? Sorry 'bout that."
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.)
It lets out a pained cry
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Villager noises*
Extended signature
She tilts her head, walking closer to them until they are only a little apart.
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.)