*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
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patches of ground around the throne look to have been disturbed recently
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
He nods, staring at them as he does so
He walks over, pulling a pair of manacles from his jacket. The golden bands suddenly glow magically as he inscribed some sort of symbol on it. He affixes them on to the man, locking them tight. "You are here by under arrest for the harm of citizens of the town."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Flames begin to lick around him, as he rushes them, using his bonus action to take the dodge action as well as get some temp hp, before taking two flaming strikes with his palms. To hit:1531 Damage:817
Once hes done eating, he washes his dishes.
He dodges the first attack and tanks the second. He then swings twice with his sword. Attack: 28 Damage: 15 Attack: 22 Damage: 22
She stops them, taking the dishes from their hands, "Love, you should rest, I'll clean."
The first attack cuts across his chest, but he ducks the second. Flames lick all around the both of them as he makes three more strikes. To hit:292328 Damage:151310 Bonus damage:13
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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.'
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
He nods, staring at them as he does so
He walks over, pulling a pair of manacles from his jacket. The golden bands suddenly glow magically as he inscribed some sort of symbol on it. He affixes them on to the man, locking them tight. "You are here by under arrest for the harm of citizens of the town."
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
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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.
Flames begin to lick around him, as he rushes them, using his bonus action to take the dodge action as well as get some temp hp, before taking two flaming strikes with his palms. To hit:1531 Damage:817
Once hes done eating, he washes his dishes.
He dodges the first attack and tanks the second. He then swings twice with his sword. Attack: 28 Damage: 15 Attack: 22 Damage: 22
She stops them, taking the dishes from their hands, "Love, you should rest, I'll clean."
The first attack cuts across his chest, but he ducks the second. Flames lick all around the both of them as he makes three more strikes. To hit:292328 Damage:151310 Bonus damage:13
"But..."
He takes all three hits laughing. "THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" he says, his body and shape morphing as he slingshots at him recklessly.
Attack: 26 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 14 Damage: 24
Attack: 30 Damage: 42
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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.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
He nods, staring at them as he does so
He walks over, pulling a pair of manacles from his jacket. The golden bands suddenly glow magically as he inscribed some sort of symbol on it. He affixes them on to the man, locking them tight. "You are here by under arrest for the harm of citizens of the town."
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
He sighs "On your knees, hands behind your head. You are a wanted individual." He explains, his tone stern.
"Yeah..." He nods and rubs his face "I'm sorry.. This is so weird."
"Bodies!" He smiles behind his mask.
“Appealing as that sounds, I’m engaged now. Flattering that you’d offer though!” He grins widely.
“No, not really. Nick and I arranged the venue, which was an old abandoned vineyard which had a real nice gazebo. I took care of the catering, not that that’ll be much of an issue for you, and he helped with the decor. Then we made the invitations together, and the only problem was getting an officiant. Come to think of it, how do fiends do vows and stuff? You wouldn’t want the ceremony to be overseen by a priest, that’s for sure…”
“Where’d you get ‘em?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
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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.
*No need to be sorry, it's all perfectly fine. Let me see... ah, here you go! Take your pick!*
Omori is sitting in a tree, quietly making a sketch of something she sees. The noticeable scratch-marks up the tree's side indicate it took a while for her to climb to her current perch.
KK is at the Rippling Court proper, looking out at the ocean from one of its opulent carved walkways, watching the sun rise.
Merabelle walks over and sits down at the base of the tree, smiling up at them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply "Sweetheart, how've ya been?"
Henry comes along, wearing something less... vacationy as he enjoys every little bit of everything that he is seeing, smiling softly.
She looks down from the tree, a small smile on their face. "I've been alright. Not great, but certainly not terrible. You?" She responds, brushing her tendril hair out of her eyes.
She watches the sunrise a moment longer, before leaving to walk alongside him, taking sketches of things she sees as they walk.
"Well, things are doin' pretty good. I have been thinkin' 'bout gettin' us all a new place ta stay, maybe open up an orphanage. What do ya think?" She asks, looking up and smiling at them.
He wraps an arm around them as they walk. He recently shaved, having seen a little stubble growing on his chin, and used his hunting knife to shave, though it left a few little cuts.
She thinks for a moment. "I'm definitely not opposed to it. Is there anything I could do to help?"
She wraps two arms around him as well. "I'm curious- what's your favorite thing you've seen here so far?" She asks.
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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)
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
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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.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
He sighs "On your knees, hands behind your head. You are a wanted individual." He explains, his tone stern.
"Yeah..." He nods and rubs his face "I'm sorry.. This is so weird."
"Bodies!" He smiles behind his mask.
“Appealing as that sounds, I’m engaged now. Flattering that you’d offer though!” He grins widely.
“No, not really. Nick and I arranged the venue, which was an old abandoned vineyard which had a real nice gazebo. I took care of the catering, not that that’ll be much of an issue for you, and he helped with the decor. Then we made the invitations together, and the only problem was getting an officiant. Come to think of it, how do fiends do vows and stuff? You wouldn’t want the ceremony to be overseen by a priest, that’s for sure…”
“Where’d you get ‘em?”
He pulls out his revolver, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "On your knees and hands behind your back now." He said, his tone unwavering.
He groans and sits down on a stool clearly too small for him, its a wonder it doesn't break.
"Killed em myself." He chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He takes all three hits laughing. "THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" he says, his body and shape morphing as he slingshots at him recklessly.
Attack: 26 Damage: 23
Attack: 21 Damage: 22
Attack: 21 Damage: 18
She looks closely at them, before sighing "How about we both wash them?" She passes them some, beginning to clean.
Only the first attack hits, leaving Benny much less enthused, though far from losing this fight yet. He takes a deep breath, making four attacks at them, one with each flaming arm, taking the dodge action once more (Temp hp:8). To hit:23203130 Damage:917118 Bonus damage:6
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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.'
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
make a per check
27
patches of ground around the throne look to have been disturbed recently
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He takes all three hits laughing. "THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" he says, his body and shape morphing as he slingshots at him recklessly.
Attack: 26 Damage: 23
Attack: 21 Damage: 22
Attack: 21 Damage: 18
She looks closely at them, before sighing "How about we both wash them?" She passes them some, beginning to clean.
Only the first attack hits, leaving Benny much less enthused, though far from losing this fight yet. He takes a deep breath, making four attacks at them, one with each flaming arm, taking the dodge action once more (Temp hp:14). To hit:14172127 Damage:99817 Bonus damage:18
He nods happily, washing the dishes with a smile.
His attacks are stopped except for the last one. As the man takes the hit he places a hand on their chest. *Make a con save*
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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.
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patches of ground around the throne look to have been disturbed recently
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He walks over, pulling a pair of manacles from his jacket. The golden bands suddenly glow magically as he inscribed some sort of symbol on it. He affixes them on to the man, locking them tight. "You are here by under arrest for the harm of citizens of the town."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stops them, taking the dishes from their hands, "Love, you should rest, I'll clean."
The first attack cuts across his chest, but he ducks the second. Flames lick all around the both of them as he makes three more strikes. To hit:29 23 28 Damage:15 13 10 Bonus damage:13
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.)
“Okay. You sure?”
After a bit, Malafasa pulls her wings back in, making a small happy chirping noise.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"But..."
He takes all three hits laughing. "THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" he says, his body and shape morphing as he slingshots at him recklessly.
Attack: 26 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 14 Damage: 24
Attack: 30 Damage: 42
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mauric, I won't die again, I promise, thief's honor." He puts a hand to his chest, closing his eyes.
She smiles at them, putting the paste into some jars before beginning to clean herself off "That was 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.)
*Sooooooooooo, anyone wanna rp?*
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Appealing as that sounds, I’m engaged now. Flattering that you’d offer though!” He grins widely.
“No, not really. Nick and I arranged the venue, which was an old abandoned vineyard which had a real nice gazebo. I took care of the catering, not that that’ll be much of an issue for you, and he helped with the decor. Then we made the invitations together, and the only problem was getting an officiant. Come to think of it, how do fiends do vows and stuff? You wouldn’t want the ceremony to be overseen by a priest, that’s for sure…”
“Where’d you get ‘em?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thinks for a moment. "I'm definitely not opposed to it. Is there anything I could do to help?"
She wraps two arms around him as well. "I'm curious- what's your favorite thing you've seen here so far?" She asks.
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)
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls out his revolver, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "On your knees and hands behind your back now." He said, his tone unwavering.
He groans and sits down on a stool clearly too small for him, its a wonder it doesn't break.
"Killed em myself." He chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks closely at them, before sighing "How about we both wash them?" She passes them some, beginning to clean.
Only the first attack hits, leaving Benny much less enthused, though far from losing this fight yet. He takes a deep breath, making four attacks at them, one with each flaming arm, taking the dodge action once more (Temp hp:8). To hit:23 20 31 30 Damage:9 17 11 8 Bonus damage:6
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.)
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Mavis wanders over with curiosity, keeping her shovel close just in case whatever she finds isn't friendly.
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 nods happily, washing the dishes with a smile.
His attacks are stopped except for the last one. As the man takes the hit he places a hand on their chest. *Make a con save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.