*I feel ill.. I have been dry-heaving all morning but nothing has come up yet my mouth waters like it knows I need to throw up. My headache has turned into a migraine to the point everything is too loud. My boss won't answer my texts or calls about if I can work from home instead of in the office. I want to break the windows of this BMW outside the nature center because the rich snobby arse doesn't need to be flaunting the fact they have wealth.
I am volatile right now, I am angry, I am overstimulated, and I am unhappy.*
*Well crap... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of that you are dealing with, you know you wish I could help, and we both know that I can't help. Try taking some deep long breaths with long breaks in between for the headache and dry heaving, other than that I don't know. I'm sorry.*
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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.'
*I feel ill.. I have been dry-heaving all morning but nothing has come up yet my mouth waters like it knows I need to throw up. My headache has turned into a migraine to the point everything is too loud. My boss won't answer my texts or calls about if I can work from home instead of in the office. I want to break the windows of this BMW outside the nature center because the rich snobby arse doesn't need to be flaunting the fact they have wealth.
I am volatile right now, I am angry, I am overstimulated, and I am unhappy.*
He floats infront of her sadly. "You can try to momma...."
"Ay choom. Keep those opinions to yourself." he calls
She draws the circle, and keeps trying. She won't stop unless he stops her, for hours she makes attempt after attempt, using everything she knows, every ounce of magic she can.
"How about you keep people's money to themselves? Because I know all of that isn't yours."
The circle glows like its working, Olivers body floating.
"So what? I gotta eat and live too."
She puts everything she possibly can into it, if a spell ingredient only raises the chance of it working by a bit, she puts it in anyway. She just wants Oliver to live in this moment.
"Then get a job, or hunt for food. Stop being a leech on society, I can understand if there were no other solutions, but there are."
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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.'
"I've been studying it for a long while myself. If you stop trying to kill me, I could teach you how some of it works." It responds, some of its other flower heads whispering in Deep Speech as is casts a Quickened Sunbeam at him, spewing a ray of light and radiation at him. It then takes the Dodge action as its main action, moving within melee range. DC 17 Con save, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. radiant damage.
The shadow drifts a bit closer, seeming amused by something, kneeling down to eye level with him. "Awesome. I'm something of a spellcaster too. How far along are you in your studies?" It asks, showing genuine interest.
(Well that sucks, and Tim's dad is pretty strong, so I've decided the third his total health.) Con save:23
He rolls his eyes as his flesh burns from the Sunbeam "If I stopped trying to kill you, you would simply kill me." He then casts Psychic Crush on them. DC 24 Int save or take:32 Psychic damage and be stunned for a minute, half on a success.
"N-not very far, I know how to cast cantrips and stuff, but only a few, and the only other spell I know how to do is Shield. Wanna see?" He asks them, putting down the book for a moment.
The sunflower casts a base level Counterspell to try and negate his attack. Helianth's Charisma check: 18 (and, if that doesn't work, Helianth's Int Save: 8) "I promised that I wouldn't kill you- maim you, perhaps, but never kill you." Assuming Helianth isn't stunned, they use their bonus action to fire Sunbeam again, and their main action to strike at him with its roots. Sunbeam Damage: 26. Roots: 12 to hit, 11 bludgeoning damage.
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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)
"I've been studying it for a long while myself. If you stop trying to kill me, I could teach you how some of it works." It responds, some of its other flower heads whispering in Deep Speech as is casts a Quickened Sunbeam at him, spewing a ray of light and radiation at him. It then takes the Dodge action as its main action, moving within melee range. DC 17 Con save, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. radiant damage.
The shadow drifts a bit closer, seeming amused by something, kneeling down to eye level with him. "Awesome. I'm something of a spellcaster too. How far along are you in your studies?" It asks, showing genuine interest.
(Well that sucks, and Tim's dad is pretty strong, so I've decided the third his total health.) Con save:23
He rolls his eyes as his flesh burns from the Sunbeam "If I stopped trying to kill you, you would simply kill me." He then casts Psychic Crush on them. DC 24 Int save or take:32 Psychic damage and be stunned for a minute, half on a success.
"N-not very far, I know how to cast cantrips and stuff, but only a few, and the only other spell I know how to do is Shield. Wanna see?" He asks them, putting down the book for a moment.
The sunflower casts a base level Counterspell to try and negate his attack. Helianth's Charisma check: 17 (and, if that doesn't work, Helianth's Int Save: 9) "I promised that I wouldn't kill you- maim you, perhaps, but never kill you." Assuming Helianth isn't stunned, they use their bonus action to fire Sunbeam again, and their main action to strike at him with its roots. Sunbeam Damage: 23. Roots: 24 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage.
*Shoot I forgot the other interaction*
The shadow nods, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
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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)
He floats infront of her sadly. "You can try to momma...."
"Ay choom. Keep those opinions to yourself." he calls
She draws the circle, and keeps trying. She won't stop unless he stops her, for hours she makes attempt after attempt, using everything she knows, every ounce of magic she can.
"How about you keep people's money to themselves? Because I know all of that isn't yours."
The circle glows like its working, Olivers body floating.
"So what? I gotta eat and live too."
She puts everything she possibly can into it, if a spell ingredient only raises the chance of it working by a bit, she puts it in anyway. She just wants Oliver to live in this moment.
"Then get a job, or hunt for food. Stop being a leech on society, I can understand if there were no other solutions, but there are."
Olivers spirit flickers as the body mends itself.
He scoffs. "Yeah whatever choom. Aint no way someone like me is getting a job. All the corpos don't like street rats."
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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.
"I've been studying it for a long while myself. If you stop trying to kill me, I could teach you how some of it works." It responds, some of its other flower heads whispering in Deep Speech as is casts a Quickened Sunbeam at him, spewing a ray of light and radiation at him. It then takes the Dodge action as its main action, moving within melee range. DC 17 Con save, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. radiant damage.
The shadow drifts a bit closer, seeming amused by something, kneeling down to eye level with him. "Awesome. I'm something of a spellcaster too. How far along are you in your studies?" It asks, showing genuine interest.
(Well that sucks, and Tim's dad is pretty strong, so I've decided the third his total health.) Con save:23
He rolls his eyes as his flesh burns from the Sunbeam "If I stopped trying to kill you, you would simply kill me." He then casts Psychic Crush on them. DC 24 Int save or take:32 Psychic damage and be stunned for a minute, half on a success.
"N-not very far, I know how to cast cantrips and stuff, but only a few, and the only other spell I know how to do is Shield. Wanna see?" He asks them, putting down the book for a moment.
The sunflower casts a base level Counterspell to try and negate his attack. Helianth's Charisma check: 17 (and, if that doesn't work, Helianth's Int Save: 9) "I promised that I wouldn't kill you- maim you, perhaps, but never kill you." Assuming Helianth isn't stunned, they use their bonus action to fire Sunbeam again, and their main action to strike at him with its roots. Sunbeam Damage: 23. Roots: 24 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage.
The Sunbeam does still damage him, as well as the roots, hitting him quite hard with them. The thorns cut into him, it seems that unlike his children, he himself is entirely solid, entirely mortal. He decides that they must have gotten lucky the first time, firing off his second Psychic Crush as well as firing one of the motes of light. Same DC, To hit:24 Damage:51 Psychic 29 Radiant
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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.'
*is this a decent backstory? Adran as a child was raised in a church worshipping Silvanus god of wild nature he continued his devotion to this god for many years till on his 150th birthday he was bestowed a blessing from the god and he began seeing dreams of a plague appearing in the north adran determined to protect nature decided to leave the church thinking that this is his gods will*
He floats infront of her sadly. "You can try to momma...."
"Ay choom. Keep those opinions to yourself." he calls
She draws the circle, and keeps trying. She won't stop unless he stops her, for hours she makes attempt after attempt, using everything she knows, every ounce of magic she can.
"How about you keep people's money to themselves? Because I know all of that isn't yours."
The circle glows like its working, Olivers body floating.
"So what? I gotta eat and live too."
She puts everything she possibly can into it, if a spell ingredient only raises the chance of it working by a bit, she puts it in anyway. She just wants Oliver to live in this moment.
"Then get a job, or hunt for food. Stop being a leech on society, I can understand if there were no other solutions, but there are."
Olivers spirit flickers as the body mends itself.
He scoffs. "Yeah whatever choom. Aint no way someone like me is getting a job. All the corpos don't like street rats."
She tries everything, she doesn't stop concentrating for a second, tears dropping onto the chalk of the circle, smudging it a bit but she quickly fixes it, wiping her eyes, hoping that didn't mess it all up.
He tilts his head, putting his stone age weapons away "How about I give you a job? Good pay, even if it is hard work. What are you good at?"
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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.'
He floats infront of her sadly. "You can try to momma...."
"Ay choom. Keep those opinions to yourself." he calls
She draws the circle, and keeps trying. She won't stop unless he stops her, for hours she makes attempt after attempt, using everything she knows, every ounce of magic she can.
"How about you keep people's money to themselves? Because I know all of that isn't yours."
The circle glows like its working, Olivers body floating.
"So what? I gotta eat and live too."
She puts everything she possibly can into it, if a spell ingredient only raises the chance of it working by a bit, she puts it in anyway. She just wants Oliver to live in this moment.
"Then get a job, or hunt for food. Stop being a leech on society, I can understand if there were no other solutions, but there are."
Olivers spirit flickers as the body mends itself.
He scoffs. "Yeah whatever choom. Aint no way someone like me is getting a job. All the corpos don't like street rats."
She tries everything, she doesn't stop concentrating for a second, tears dropping onto the chalk of the circle, smudging it a bit but she quickly fixes it, wiping her eyes, hoping that didn't mess it all up.
He tilts his head, putting his stone age weapons away "How about I give you a job? Good pay, even if it is hard work. What are you good at?"
Oliver gasps for air, alive again.
"Anything and everything," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
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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.
"Uh huh. Sure. Whaddya want from me choom?" he says
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.
"I'm here to make you an offer." It simply replies, silently drifting over to him. "Say, would you like to be the ruler of your own domain?"
*Whaddya think :] *
"Huh, sounds nice." he says, tilting his head
*I think it's really cool!*
"Well, I'm planning on making some changes to how things work around here. You could be the lord of your own slice of the world, and the strongest being there- forever. All you'd need to do is help me set the stage."
*Thanks!! I've been getting back into cyberpunk*
"Huh...alright choom. Whaddya need me to do?"
The shadow's face splits open into a wide smile. "There is one of my creations that I need returned to me, though they're guarded by a persistent and powerful druid. I'll keep them occupied- all you need to do is bring me the child. And then, wait for everything to fall together."
"Woah woah. Hold up. You want me to capture a kid? Thats not really nova man..."
"It's my child- you're just bringing them back to their parent so I can take them home." It responds. "I assure you, no harm will come to them."
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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)
"Uh huh. Sure. Whaddya want from me choom?" he says
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.
"I'm here to make you an offer." It simply replies, silently drifting over to him. "Say, would you like to be the ruler of your own domain?"
*Whaddya think :] *
"Huh, sounds nice." he says, tilting his head
*I think it's really cool!*
"Well, I'm planning on making some changes to how things work around here. You could be the lord of your own slice of the world, and the strongest being there- forever. All you'd need to do is help me set the stage."
*Thanks!! I've been getting back into cyberpunk*
"Huh...alright choom. Whaddya need me to do?"
The shadow's face splits open into a wide smile. "There is one of my creations that I need returned to me, though they're guarded by a persistent and powerful druid. I'll keep them occupied- all you need to do is bring me the child. And then, wait for everything to fall together."
"Woah woah. Hold up. You want me to capture a kid? Thats not really nova man..."
"It's my child- you're just bringing them back to their parent so I can take them home." It responds. "I assure you, no harm will come to them."
"How can you promise that?" he says, eye glowing a brighter red
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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.
"I've been studying it for a long while myself. If you stop trying to kill me, I could teach you how some of it works." It responds, some of its other flower heads whispering in Deep Speech as is casts a Quickened Sunbeam at him, spewing a ray of light and radiation at him. It then takes the Dodge action as its main action, moving within melee range. DC 17 Con save, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. radiant damage.
The shadow drifts a bit closer, seeming amused by something, kneeling down to eye level with him. "Awesome. I'm something of a spellcaster too. How far along are you in your studies?" It asks, showing genuine interest.
(Well that sucks, and Tim's dad is pretty strong, so I've decided the third his total health.) Con save:23
He rolls his eyes as his flesh burns from the Sunbeam "If I stopped trying to kill you, you would simply kill me." He then casts Psychic Crush on them. DC 24 Int save or take:32 Psychic damage and be stunned for a minute, half on a success.
"N-not very far, I know how to cast cantrips and stuff, but only a few, and the only other spell I know how to do is Shield. Wanna see?" He asks them, putting down the book for a moment.
The sunflower casts a base level Counterspell to try and negate his attack. Helianth's Charisma check: 17 (and, if that doesn't work, Helianth's Int Save: 9) "I promised that I wouldn't kill you- maim you, perhaps, but never kill you." Assuming Helianth isn't stunned, they use their bonus action to fire Sunbeam again, and their main action to strike at him with its roots. Sunbeam Damage: 23. Roots: 24 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage.
The Sunbeam does still damage him, as well as the roots, hitting him quite hard with them. The thorns cut into him, it seems that unlike his children, he himself is entirely solid, entirely mortal. He decides that they must have gotten lucky the first time, firing off his second Psychic Crush as well as firing one of the motes of light. Same DC, To hit:31 Damage:34 Psychic 29 Radiant
*Sorry I forgot the other interaction. I added it in a quote, but didn't edit the post, as I didn't want to interfere with the dice rolls.*
Another Counterspell is sent out to try and stop the crushing attack (Charisma Check: 18, and if that doesn't work, Int save: 9) The star hits it for decent psychic damage, but none of the radiant damage is effective- in fact, the crooked flower just absorbs the light from the burst and seems to heal just a touch of the damage dealt to it. Assuming it isn't stunned, another Sunbeam is fired, followed by another walloping strike from its roots. Sunbeam damage: 29. Roots attack: 18 to hit, 11 bludgeoning damage.
"I'd love to see."The shadow responds, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
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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)
"Anything and everything," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
She clings to his once again alive body, almost crushing him as she casts every healing spells she's got left.
"An ego, noted. How about you give a better answer this time?" He asks them, standing up, slightly taller than them.
"Mom...crushing...me..."
He sighs. "I can hack, kick arse, im good at shooting, stealth, stealing, etc." he says
She immediately lets go of them "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I just... I..."
"Really? How good at shooting? Better than him?" He asks as an arrow flies by X's ear from behind.
He hugs her, his eyes closed.
Without looking he retaliates, nailing the assailant in the leg. "Yes."
She wraps her arms around them, more slowly as not to squeeze too hard.
The assailant does look hurt, rubbing at the leg wound while Darius nods "Good to hear. That was a decent shot, welcome to the team. Can you fight a lion with your bare hands?" He holds out a hand.
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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.'
"Anything and everything," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
She clings to his once again alive body, almost crushing him as she casts every healing spells she's got left.
"An ego, noted. How about you give a better answer this time?" He asks them, standing up, slightly taller than them.
"Mom...crushing...me..."
He sighs. "I can hack, kick arse, im good at shooting, stealth, stealing, etc." he says
She immediately lets go of them "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I just... I..."
"Really? How good at shooting? Better than him?" He asks as an arrow flies by X's ear from behind.
He hugs her, his eyes closed.
Without looking he retaliates, nailing the assailant in the leg. "Yes."
She wraps her arms around them, more slowly as not to squeeze too hard.
The assailant does look hurt, rubbing at the leg wound while Darius nods "Good to hear. That was a decent shot, welcome to the team. Can you fight a lion with your bare hands?" He holds out a hand.
"Im sorry i scared you..."
He raises his metal arm as a chrome, sharp looking arm blade comes out of it. "Sure."
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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.
"Because if anything does hurt her, I'll tear whatever's responsible into pieces." She responds, looking right back at him, wanting to make its message clear.
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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)
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*Well crap... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of that you are dealing with, you know you wish I could help, and we both know that I can't help. Try taking some deep long breaths with long breaks in between for the headache and dry heaving, other than that I don't know. I'm sorry.*
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.)
*i hope you get better wendigo*
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She puts everything she possibly can into it, if a spell ingredient only raises the chance of it working by a bit, she puts it in anyway. She just wants Oliver to live in this moment.
"Then get a job, or hunt for food. Stop being a leech on society, I can understand if there were no other solutions, but there are."
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 sunflower casts a base level Counterspell to try and negate his attack. Helianth's Charisma check: 18 (and, if that doesn't work, Helianth's Int Save: 8) "I promised that I wouldn't kill you- maim you, perhaps, but never kill you." Assuming Helianth isn't stunned, they use their bonus action to fire Sunbeam again, and their main action to strike at him with its roots. Sunbeam Damage: 26. Roots: 12 to hit, 11 bludgeoning damage.
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)
*Shoot I forgot the other interaction*
The shadow nods, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
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)
Olivers spirit flickers as the body mends itself.
He scoffs. "Yeah whatever choom. Aint no way someone like me is getting a job. All the corpos don't like street rats."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Sunbeam does still damage him, as well as the roots, hitting him quite hard with them. The thorns cut into him, it seems that unlike his children, he himself is entirely solid, entirely mortal. He decides that they must have gotten lucky the first time, firing off his second Psychic Crush as well as firing one of the motes of light. Same DC, To hit:24 Damage:51 Psychic 29 Radiant
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.)
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She tries everything, she doesn't stop concentrating for a second, tears dropping onto the chalk of the circle, smudging it a bit but she quickly fixes it, wiping her eyes, hoping that didn't mess it all up.
He tilts his head, putting his stone age weapons away "How about I give you a job? Good pay, even if it is hard work. What are you good at?"
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.)
Oliver gasps for air, alive again.
"Anything and everything," he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's my child- you're just bringing them back to their parent so I can take them home." It responds. "I assure you, no harm will come to them."
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)
She clings to his once again alive body, almost crushing him as she casts every healing spells she's got left.
"An ego, noted. How about you give a better answer this time?" He asks them, standing up, slightly taller than 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.)
"How can you promise that?" he says, eye glowing a brighter red
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mom...crushing...me..."
He sighs. "I can hack, kick arse, im good at shooting, stealth, stealing, etc." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She immediately lets go of them "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I just... I..."
"Really? How good at shooting? Better than him?" He asks as an arrow flies by X's ear from behind.
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.)
He hugs her, his eyes closed.
Without looking he retaliates, nailing the assailant in the leg. "Yes."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry I forgot the other interaction. I added it in a quote, but didn't edit the post, as I didn't want to interfere with the dice rolls.*
Another Counterspell is sent out to try and stop the crushing attack (Charisma Check: 18, and if that doesn't work, Int save: 9) The star hits it for decent psychic damage, but none of the radiant damage is effective- in fact, the crooked flower just absorbs the light from the burst and seems to heal just a touch of the damage dealt to it. Assuming it isn't stunned, another Sunbeam is fired, followed by another walloping strike from its roots. Sunbeam damage: 29. Roots attack: 18 to hit, 11 bludgeoning damage.
"I'd love to see." The shadow responds, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
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)
She wraps her arms around them, more slowly as not to squeeze too hard.
The assailant does look hurt, rubbing at the leg wound while Darius nods "Good to hear. That was a decent shot, welcome to the team. Can you fight a lion with your bare hands?" He holds out a hand.
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.)
"Im sorry i scared you..."
He raises his metal arm as a chrome, sharp looking arm blade comes out of it. "Sure."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for X and the shadow*
"Because if anything does hurt her, I'll tear whatever's responsible into pieces." She responds, looking right back at him, wanting to make its message clear.
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)