*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: 7, and if that doesn't work, Int save: 17) 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: 31. Roots attack: 26 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage.
"I'd love to see."The shadow responds, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
*Don't be sorry.*
Their counterspell fails and they are felt stunned under the weight of the magical power of Tim's father. They immediately sigh, reveived that worked "In a fight of endurance I certainly would've lost, though it wasn't a battle of endurance in the end." He drinks a potion that seems to instantly heal all of his wounds before casting Invulnerablity on himself, and beginning to steal Helianth's things. This would take more than a minute, so the stun ends.
He begins to cast the spell, Light, just as his beginner spell he shows people now. Though he makes sure not to show his full power, just casting the regular version, the Seer knows he's capable of much more.
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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.'
"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.
"Got it boss. Loud an clear. Be right back." he says, flickering and then speeding off to go find Omori.
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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.
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
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
*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: 7, and if that doesn't work, Int save: 17) 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: 31. Roots attack: 26 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage.
"I'd love to see."The shadow responds, watching to see just how well they harness their latent magic, internally calculating something.
*Don't be sorry.*
Their counterspell fails and they are felt stunned under the weight of the magical power of Tim's father. They immediately sigh, reveived that worked "In a fight of endurance I certainly would've lost, though it wasn't a battle of endurance in the end." He drinks a potion that seems to instantly heal all of his wounds before casting Invulnerablity on himself, and beginning to steal Helianth's things. This would take more than a minute, so the stun ends.
He begins to cast the spell, Light, just as his beginner spell he shows people now. Though he makes sure not to show his full power, just casting the regular version, the Seer knows he's capable of much more.
Helianth has nothing on its person aside from their tools they were using to repair the machinery and a bottle of distilled sunlight that was coiled in its stem. "Perhaps... so it shall be a battle of patience, then." As soon as the stun wears off, it casts Dimension Door, reappearing outside the Spelljammer and on top of the upper deck- there is a magical pocket of breathable air and gravity around the ship from its original machinery, though it is still unfathomably cold outside the vessel's walls. The crooked flower seems unaffected, though- its blazing core of starlight keeps it warm.
"Very impressive." It responds, looking at him with curiosity. "Though, I can tell you're holding back. If I may ask, why?"
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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)
She leans back "You get to decide what were havin' fer lunch an' dinner today. Okay?"
He doesn't judge "Come on, I'm going to buy you a drink, and it probably won't have poison in it." He says casually, walking inside.
He nods. "Can we do sandwiches for lunch..?"
he laughs at that, following them
"What do ya want in the sandwiches, sweetheart?" She asks, memorizing what they want.
He orders them a drink and one for himself "I don't know what your job will do yet, maybe you'll bodyguard my sister, a lot of people try to assassinate us. Maybe that's because I'm a king." He shrugs.
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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.'
She leans back "You get to decide what were havin' fer lunch an' dinner today. Okay?"
He doesn't judge "Come on, I'm going to buy you a drink, and it probably won't have poison in it." He says casually, walking inside.
He nods. "Can we do sandwiches for lunch..?"
he laughs at that, following them
"What do ya want in the sandwiches, sweetheart?" She asks, memorizing what they want.
He orders them a drink and one for himself "I don't know what your job will do yet, maybe you'll bodyguard my sister, a lot of people try to assassinate us. Maybe that's because I'm a king." He shrugs.
"beef...cheese.." he mumbles, still hugging her
"Easy enough." he says, his robotic eye scanning the drink for poisions.
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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.
Helianth has nothing on its person aside from their tools they were using to repair the machinery and a bottle of distilled sunlight that was coiled in its stem. "Perhaps... so it shall be a battle of patience, then." As soon as the stun wears off, it casts Dimension Door, reappearing outside the Spelljammer and on top of the upper deck- there is a magical pocket of breathable air and gravity around the ship from its original machinery, though it is still unfathomably cold outside the vessel's walls. The crooked flower seems unaffected, though- its blazing core of starlight keeps it warm.
"Very impressive." It responds, looking at him with curiosity. "Though, I can tell you're holding back. If I may ask, why?"
Invulnerability only lasts for ten minutes, so they can wait outside for it to run out, and it does seem he's a glass cannon, with powerful, high level spells, but not a lot of spell slots to use them for. He takes everything he possibly can, putting it on the teleport circle, looking like he's ready to fight it out as the time runs out.
"I just... I don't want my dad to know where I am... he's scary, and hurts me, and..." He sits down, looking at the ground.
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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.'
*Don't be sorry.*
Their counterspell fails and they are felt stunned under the weight of the magical power of Tim's father. They immediately sigh, reveived that worked "In a fight of endurance I certainly would've lost, though it wasn't a battle of endurance in the end." He drinks a potion that seems to instantly heal all of his wounds before casting Invulnerablity on himself, and beginning to steal Helianth's things. This would take more than a minute, so the stun ends.
He begins to cast the spell, Light, just as his beginner spell he shows people now. Though he makes sure not to show his full power, just casting the regular version, the Seer knows he's capable of much more.
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'm sorry I could save you. Oliver... could ya do somethin' fer me? Bring them out of their hiding place fer me?"
He shakes the hand, giving it a good squeeze, a little bit of the chrome turning to stone, before he lets go "Fun."
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.)
"Got it boss. Loud an clear. Be right back." he says, flickering and then speeding off to go find Omori.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
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
"T-the monster..?"
The stone cracks off easily as the blade goes back into the arm. "Watch it choom."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She shakes her head "no Oliver, I'm the monster, is it okay if yer momma kills it fer ya?"
"My name is Darius, and what's yours?" He says, completely ignoring 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.)
He nods a bit.
"X. Just X."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Theren?)
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
She leans back "You get to decide what were havin' fer lunch an' dinner today. Okay?"
He doesn't judge "Come on, I'm going to buy you a drink, and it probably won't have poison in it." He says casually, walking inside.
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 nods. "Can we do sandwiches for lunch..?"
he laughs at that, following them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth has nothing on its person aside from their tools they were using to repair the machinery and a bottle of distilled sunlight that was coiled in its stem. "Perhaps... so it shall be a battle of patience, then." As soon as the stun wears off, it casts Dimension Door, reappearing outside the Spelljammer and on top of the upper deck- there is a magical pocket of breathable air and gravity around the ship from its original machinery, though it is still unfathomably cold outside the vessel's walls. The crooked flower seems unaffected, though- its blazing core of starlight keeps it warm.
"Very impressive." It responds, looking at him with curiosity. "Though, I can tell you're holding back. If I may ask, why?"
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)
"What do ya want in the sandwiches, sweetheart?" She asks, memorizing what they want.
He orders them a drink and one for himself "I don't know what your job will do yet, maybe you'll bodyguard my sister, a lot of people try to assassinate us. Maybe that's because I'm a king." He shrugs.
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.)
"beef...cheese.." he mumbles, still hugging her
"Easy enough." he says, his robotic eye scanning the drink for poisions.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Invulnerability only lasts for ten minutes, so they can wait outside for it to run out, and it does seem he's a glass cannon, with powerful, high level spells, but not a lot of spell slots to use them for. He takes everything he possibly can, putting it on the teleport circle, looking like he's ready to fight it out as the time runs out.
"I just... I don't want my dad to know where I am... he's scary, and hurts me, and..." He sits down, looking at the ground.
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.)
She picks him up, kissing him on the forehead "Okay sweetheart."
One potent poison, he didn't even see Darius put it in there "Thanks, she's sick, and I don't want her hurt."
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 smiles.
"Nice try. Cant poison me." he says, dumping the drink.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes them outside, going shopping to buy some bread for sandwiches and cheese.
He chuckles "I would've given you the antidote after, I had to try." He gives them another, poison free.
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 clings to her, holding her hand the entire time while clutching his plushie with his other hand.
He sips the drink. "Uh huh. So, tell me more about this bodygaurd job."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*brb in like 10-15 ish min. Gotta take a test rq.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.