*I just rediscovered an old character of mine that I need to work on more. His name is Aldo Syrupsoft, and he's an ex-mafioso who wants to prove to his family that soda and ice cream can work together so he can marry his love (his family does soda, theirs does ice cream). The Xanathar Guild has been messing with his business because they want him to either join them or die, and he's not exactly keen on either.*
*He's based on Taro Sakamoto.*
*Haven’t watched Sakamoto Days, but the idea’s solid. Is his family connected to the mob or was it just him?*
*He was kind of pulled into it when he moved to Waterdeep, but his family has no connection to organized crime. He made a good collector due to his special interests in explosives and fear.*
*Explosives? Awesome*
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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.
*Why do I have to be awake on Valentine’s Day? Oh wait, I know why, so I can walk up to couples, say relationship ruining things, and then walk away! (That is a joke)*
*wait, if that’s a joke, then have i been celebrating wrong?*
*No no no, of course not my dear Jobah, but we can’t let the others know that’s the right way to celebrate.*
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
Someone is dragging a bloody and unconscious person through the streets, likely somewhere to do something to them, based on how they are dressed, appearing to be a doctor of some kind.
Jack is sitting in the Inn with Max, just taking care of his dog as he puts a bowl full of water down in front of them.
Someone is dragging a bloody and unconscious person through the streets, likely somewhere to do something to them, based on how they are dressed, appearing to be a doctor of some kind.
Jack is sitting in the Inn with Max, just taking care of his dog as he puts a bowl full of water down in front of them.
Chef Grumble looks at what is happening, very confused
Hyacinth walks into the Inn and noticed Jack, waving
Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
Someone is dragging a bloody and unconscious person through the streets, likely somewhere to do something to them, based on how they are dressed, appearing to be a doctor of some kind.
Jack is sitting in the Inn with Max, just taking care of his dog as he puts a bowl full of water down in front of them.
Chef Grumble looks at what is happening, very confused
Hyacinth walks into the Inn and noticed Jack, waving
The doctor would look over to them, if they had a face, which it seems they do not.
He looks up from petting Max to see them, smiling and waving back.
Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
Tim has clung to Helianth as long as he could before arriving back at the Inn. He has tried to visit the Spelljammer a multitude of times, but with the teleportation circle no longer functional, he is filled with immense worry. He sits in a the space the Spelljammer once occupied, curled up in a ball, space seems to warp around him as he rocks slightly. (Don’t know when I will make Tim a god, but I eventually will.)
Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
The teleportation circle continues to flicker, maintaining its connection to the other one it is linked to, but struggling a bit. There's an odd presence that can faintly be felt leaking through.
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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)
Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
The teleportation circle continues to flicker, maintaining its connection to the other one it is linked to, but struggling a bit. There's an odd presence that can faintly be felt leaking through.
*Tara there is an armor in the pm that might be useful to you*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Explosives? Awesome*
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.
*I doubt it, but it certainly is fun. Wanna rp?*
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Can I have two random dudes?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(sure)
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
*Who ya want? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Okay, here ya go.*
Someone is dragging a bloody and unconscious person through the streets, likely somewhere to do something to them, based on how they are dressed, appearing to be a doctor of some kind.
Jack is sitting in the Inn with Max, just taking care of his dog as he puts a bowl full of water down in front of them.
Chef Grumble looks at what is happening, very confused
Hyacinth walks into the Inn and noticed Jack, waving
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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Another star has disappeared from the night sky- though, it will take a few weeks at least for the last of the ghostlight to fade and for anyone to notice. The ceaseless maw of oblivion has claimed another victim.
Helianth distills the essence of the once-glorious red giant into a container similar to that used to capture the raw energy of its first, and holds the power of a sun carefully in its roots as it goes to prepare it with the recipe it learned from Felix. It's pretty sure it marked down all the steps correctly, there's still some ingredients left over (just about enough to make a second celestial flan)... but it's feeling impatient. It took so much effort and time to make the first... and it's so terribly hungry... It looks down at the vessel of fiery wrath. Such power. Such brilliant radiance. It reminds it of that writhing, maddened flame it devoured back in the land of eternal autumn... Just once, it thinks. How bad could one raw star be?
The distilled red giant is consumed in just about a minute. Its flames burn ever brighter, veins of starlight crisscrossing its body. The taste is incredible... but so is the pain. That burning, writhing, stabbing pain as starlight punches holes in its stem and its leaves begin to turn to ash and tendrils of flame start to billow forth from its flower heads. It ate the live essence of a star- and that star wants to escape. It knows it doesn't have much time. If it were to return to Lord's Rest now, it would surely die, and bringing an entire star's worth of heat and light to a planet's surface would be... no, it can't do that.
Then, it has an idea. Not a good idea, but there's not enough time to think of anything better.
It lurches over to the 'medical ward' of the ship, the ship's organic and metallic surfaces beginning to burn and warp. It takes a series of tools from one shelf- horrible implements, designed to repair and regenerate the flesh of the Spelljammer, though it knows those healing capabilities apply to other organisms as well. It only hesitates for a second before it turns the tools upon itself. After a while, it's hard to distinguish where the ship ends and the crooked flower begins.
Others back at Lord's Point can feel something odd. An inexplicable sense of dread, and the feeling that something unseen has stirred from its slumber. Something wicked this way comes.
A new Elder Evil has been born. The stars cower in fear.
The teleportation circle leading to the Spelljammer is flickering faintly. It seems it has some difficulty maintaining a connection with the gate at the ship proper, but the reason is unclear.
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 need to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I cannot.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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The Dead One's Great Heir stares at the teleportation circle
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Ugh that sucks when it happens...*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*i’ll fax you some chloroform*
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.
The doctor would look over to them, if they had a face, which it seems they do not.
He looks up from petting Max to see them, smiling and waving back.
Tim has clung to Helianth as long as he could before arriving back at the Inn. He has tried to visit the Spelljammer a multitude of times, but with the teleportation circle no longer functional, he is filled with immense worry. He sits in a the space the Spelljammer once occupied, curled up in a ball, space seems to warp around him as he rocks slightly. (Don’t know when I will make Tim a god, but I eventually will.)
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The teleportation circle continues to flicker, maintaining its connection to the other one it is linked to, but struggling a bit. There's an odd presence that can faintly be felt leaking through.
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)
*Anybody else want to rp, if not, I’ll probably just be doin something stupid.*
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The giant dragonborn stares "Show yourself..." "The Dead One will not be as welcoming as I, if you do not come out within the next minute..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.