*cool, I know this, various reasons have taught me this. wanna rp?*
*yeh*
*okay, who do you want?*
*Cevin, Saphuno, and someone evil*
Cevin is bathing in the lake, enjoying the chill of the water
Saphuno is reading in the library
A white raigaar with grey eyes, a braided mane, and baggy but luxurious clothes is laying in a booth in the tavern. He wears several rings *not evil, more like kind of abusive-ish*
Yod is on a run in the woods. He realizes Cevin’s presence but makes sure to not interrupt or watch him.
Mauric enters, looking tired.
Riotan walks by, holding a blender under one arm and a bundle of eels under the other.
"I can smell you, dear" he calls out as he takes a slight dip to rinse off, walking out and towelling himself
"Hey, sleepy.. You doin okay?.. not overworked, are you?"
Will narrows his eyes, watching, a bit confused. "The hell is all that for?"
Yod walks a bit closer, averting his eyes. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“No, just been helping Samaritan plan his wedding and stuff. It was taxing enough for Nick and I, and we already knew what we wanted done…”
“Milkshake.” He shrugs.
"What, you mean smell?" he chuckles, putting his clothes back on. "You can look now, I'm decent."
"I see.. wish I could help. How've you been otherwise?"
"Where's the damn milk?" he asks, even more confused now.
“I mean from that far away. Though I should’ve expected that probably.” He turns to face Cevin.
“Good, good…”
“I don’t have it yet. Does it look like my hands are open enough to carry it?”
He points to his nose. "I track and kill vagrants, dear. I have to smell them from faraway." he smiles, pushing himself into Yod and hugging him
"You sure?" she takes off her glasses and closes his book, concern in her face
"...you got me. Got any salmon?"
Yod hugs him back.
”Yeah… how’re you?”
“Nope!” He says happily.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*cool, I know this, various reasons have taught me this. wanna rp?*
*yeh*
*okay, who do you want?*
*Cevin, Saphuno, and someone evil*
Cevin is bathing in the lake, enjoying the chill of the water
Saphuno is reading in the library
A white raigaar with grey eyes, a braided mane, and baggy but luxurious clothes is laying in a booth in the tavern. He wears several rings *not evil, more like kind of abusive-ish*
Yod is on a run in the woods. He realizes Cevin’s presence but makes sure to not interrupt or watch him.
Mauric enters, looking tired.
Riotan walks by, holding a blender under one arm and a bundle of eels under the other.
"I can smell you, dear" he calls out as he takes a slight dip to rinse off, walking out and towelling himself
"Hey, sleepy.. You doin okay?.. not overworked, are you?"
Will narrows his eyes, watching, a bit confused. "The hell is all that for?"
Yod walks a bit closer, averting his eyes. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“No, just been helping Samaritan plan his wedding and stuff. It was taxing enough for Nick and I, and we already knew what we wanted done…”
“Milkshake.” He shrugs.
"What, you mean smell?" he chuckles, putting his clothes back on. "You can look now, I'm decent."
"I see.. wish I could help. How've you been otherwise?"
"Where's the damn milk?" he asks, even more confused now.
“I mean from that far away. Though I should’ve expected that probably.” He turns to face Cevin.
“Good, good…”
“I don’t have it yet. Does it look like my hands are open enough to carry it?”
He points to his nose. "I track and kill vagrants, dear. I have to smell them from faraway." he smiles, pushing himself into Yod and hugging him
"You sure?" she takes off her glasses and closes his book, concern in her face
"...you got me. Got any salmon?"
Yod hugs him back.
”Yeah… how’re you?”
“Nope!” He says happily.
He kisses Yod's cheek and smiles, pulling out of the hug. "So, like what you see?~"
"Im fine.."
"Shame. Hey, have you seen a human woman with short curly brown hair? freckled face, skinny?"
“I mean… yeah…”
“You sure?”
Rio shakes his head. “Not that I’d remember.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
*Go ahead! But I'd like you to help with my character as well.*
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
*Go ahead! But I'd like you to help with my character as well.*
*of course. I made this image and I wanted help coming up with a personality and ‘lore’ for her. Jobah recommended a tragic event of their doing leading them to occult powers. Would you agree they give that vibe?*
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
*Go ahead! But I'd like you to help with my character as well.*
*of course. I made this image and I wanted help coming up with a personality and ‘lore’ for her. Jobah recommended a tragic event of their doing leading them to occult powers. Would you agree they give that vibe?*
*Yeah, I would agree. Gives me heavy Ghost vibes, what with the insects and such. Perhaps they specialize in Theurgy and came to the horrific conclusion that whatever God he was raised to believe in is a monstrous insect, a sort of Shadow Over Innsmouth type thing.*
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
*Go ahead! But I'd like you to help with my character as well.*
*of course. I made this image and I wanted help coming up with a personality and ‘lore’ for her. Jobah recommended a tragic event of their doing leading them to occult powers. Would you agree they give that vibe?*
*Yeah, I would agree. Gives me heavy Ghost vibes, what with the insects and such. Perhaps they specialize in Theurgy and came to the horrific conclusion that whatever God he was raised to believe in is a monstrous insect, a sort of Shadow Over Innsmouth type thing.*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
*I'm reminded of one campaign (I only saw this one clip) where Brennan Lee Mulligan revealed that this completely insane old man without pants had accidentally knocked God out and had replaced him and was terrified of anyone finding out. I like to imagine a similar dynamic here, where the new Monarch is doing their best to pass as someone who was actually supposed to be here and not some guy with a specific skillset who made a grave mistake.*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
*I'm reminded of one campaign (I only saw this one clip) where Brennan Lee Mulligan revealed that this completely insane old man without pants had accidentally knocked God out and had replaced him and was terrified of anyone finding out. I like to imagine a similar dynamic here, where the new Monarch is doing their best to pass as someone who was actually supposed to be here and not some guy with a specific skillset who made a grave mistake.*
*lol, yeah this situation looks fun. He’s even memorizing the cultures religious texts (book) in the image. PS, that clip is from the finale of the Freshman year of Dimension 20’s Adventuring Academy. I think I’ve got what I need. What about your character do you request help with?*
*Hey, Arch! I'm making a cleric of the Grim domain. He's, like many of my characters, a loser. Or, at least a former loser. His name is Snausage Stigmata, and he's a local hero who was born without the use of his legs until he was bolstered by a god of flesh, horror, and endurance (name TBD), but because he had to literally fight tooth and nail just to feed and care for the pigs his owners (given away as a child slave by his mother) put him in charge of, he has massive upper-body strength. After he was forced to kill the pigs with a hammer, the god took pity on him and merged the still-warm corpses into his legs, letting him walk and run, and of course, carry the souls of his real family (le porkeurs) with him.*
*Now he protects and rescues people and wears his custom super-heavy guard's coat (Adamantine Plate Armor). He's an adventurer, so basically the Special Forces of the Waterdeep Guard. A hero true, filled with fear and doubt but fighting through it.*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
*I'm reminded of one campaign (I only saw this one clip) where Brennan Lee Mulligan revealed that this completely insane old man without pants had accidentally knocked God out and had replaced him and was terrified of anyone finding out. I like to imagine a similar dynamic here, where the new Monarch is doing their best to pass as someone who was actually supposed to be here and not some guy with a specific skillset who made a grave mistake.*
*lol, yeah this situation looks fun. He’s even memorizing the cultures religious texts (book) in the image. PS, that clip is from the finale of the Freshman year of Dimension 20’s Adventuring Academy. I think I’ve got what I need. What about your character do you request help with?*
*I just told Arch what I have so far. What do you think?*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
*I'm reminded of one campaign (I only saw this one clip) where Brennan Lee Mulligan revealed that this completely insane old man without pants had accidentally knocked God out and had replaced him and was terrified of anyone finding out. I like to imagine a similar dynamic here, where the new Monarch is doing their best to pass as someone who was actually supposed to be here and not some guy with a specific skillset who made a grave mistake.*
*lol, yeah this situation looks fun. He’s even memorizing the cultures religious texts (book) in the image. PS, that clip is from the finale of the Freshman year of Dimension 20’s Adventuring Academy. I think I’ve got what I need. What about your character do you request help with?*
*I just told Arch what I have so far. What do you think?*
*It sounds great as always. The only part missing appears to be the gods name, so I can help with suggestions, unless you don’t need them.*
*Hey, Arch! I'm making a cleric of the Grim domain. He's, like many of my characters, a loser. Or, at least a former loser. His name is Snausage Stigmata, and he's a local hero who was born without the use of his legs until he was bolstered by a god of flesh, horror, and endurance (name TBD), but because he had to literally fight tooth and nail just to feed and care for the pigs his owners (given away as a child slave by his mother) put him in charge of, he has massive upper-body strength. After he was forced to kill the pigs with a hammer, the god took pity on him and merged the still-warm corpses into his legs, letting him walk and run, and of course, carry the souls of his real family (le porkeurs) with him.*
*Now he protects and rescues people and wears his custom super-heavy guard's coat (Adamantine Plate Armor). He's an adventurer, so basically the Special Forces of the Waterdeep Guard. A hero true, filled with fear and doubt but fighting through it.*
*that sounds lovely! What does this guy think of his god?*
*I’m making a deity of my own I could eventually use for a cleric, using a homebrew feast domain. Have you ever heard of John Barleycorn?*
*Hey, Arch! I'm making a cleric of the Grim domain. He's, like many of my characters, a loser. Or, at least a former loser. His name is Snausage Stigmata, and he's a local hero who was born without the use of his legs until he was bolstered by a god of flesh, horror, and endurance (name TBD), but because he had to literally fight tooth and nail just to feed and care for the pigs his owners (given away as a child slave by his mother) put him in charge of, he has massive upper-body strength. After he was forced to kill the pigs with a hammer, the god took pity on him and merged the still-warm corpses into his legs, letting him walk and run, and of course, carry the souls of his real family (le porkeurs) with him.*
*Now he protects and rescues people and wears his custom super-heavy guard's coat (Adamantine Plate Armor). He's an adventurer, so basically the Special Forces of the Waterdeep Guard. A hero true, filled with fear and doubt but fighting through it.*
*that sounds lovely! What does this guy think of his god?*
*I’m making a deity of my own I could eventually use for a cleric, using a homebrew feast domain. Have you ever heard of John Barleycorn?*
*I was thinking he's the classic holy warrior type, but he's actually a punk. Big coat, skateboard, firecrackers, the works.*
*No, I have not, but I'm looking him up right now.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Yod hugs him back.
”Yeah… how’re you?”
“Nope!” He says happily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I mean… yeah…”
“You sure?”
Rio shakes his head. “Not that I’d remember.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Character design concept for my cleric: lean guy in a big puffy jacket, but bandages narrow the sleeves to his hands, which are blackened at the fingertips. Gauntlet on the left, weapon on the right. Or maybe just two (thin compared to the coat) gauntlets, making him extra top-heavy as he punches people and blocks with his hands.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ooh. Combat Cleric. That’s cool. Do you mind if I pick your brain over a character I’m making?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Go ahead! But I'd like you to help with my character as well.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*of course. I made this image and I wanted help coming up with a personality and ‘lore’ for her. Jobah recommended a tragic event of their doing leading them to occult powers. Would you agree they give that vibe?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Yeah, I would agree. Gives me heavy Ghost vibes, what with the insects and such. Perhaps they specialize in Theurgy and came to the horrific conclusion that whatever God he was raised to believe in is a monstrous insect, a sort of Shadow Over Innsmouth type thing.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I heard someone mention Shadow Over Innsmouth!*
*I like it. Maybe they accidentally killed The Monarch, Lord of Butterflies, and are trying to fill his shoes, learning divine magic along the way?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Baalz did. Also hi Arch. What is your opinion on the Monarch, Lord of Butterflies? Considering you both are Archfey.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I'm reminded of one campaign (I only saw this one clip) where Brennan Lee Mulligan revealed that this completely insane old man without pants had accidentally knocked God out and had replaced him and was terrified of anyone finding out. I like to imagine a similar dynamic here, where the new Monarch is doing their best to pass as someone who was actually supposed to be here and not some guy with a specific skillset who made a grave mistake.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*lol, yeah this situation looks fun. He’s even memorizing the cultures religious texts (book) in the image. PS, that clip is from the finale of the Freshman year of Dimension 20’s Adventuring Academy. I think I’ve got what I need. What about your character do you request help with?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Hey, Arch! I'm making a cleric of the Grim domain. He's, like many of my characters, a loser. Or, at least a former loser. His name is Snausage Stigmata, and he's a local hero who was born without the use of his legs until he was bolstered by a god of flesh, horror, and endurance (name TBD), but because he had to literally fight tooth and nail just to feed and care for the pigs his owners (given away as a child slave by his mother) put him in charge of, he has massive upper-body strength. After he was forced to kill the pigs with a hammer, the god took pity on him and merged the still-warm corpses into his legs, letting him walk and run, and of course, carry the souls of his real family (le porkeurs) with him.*
*Now he protects and rescues people and wears his custom super-heavy guard's coat (Adamantine Plate Armor). He's an adventurer, so basically the Special Forces of the Waterdeep Guard. A hero true, filled with fear and doubt but fighting through it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just told Arch what I have so far. What do you think?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It sounds great as always. The only part missing appears to be the gods name, so I can help with suggestions, unless you don’t need them.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*that sounds lovely! What does this guy think of his god?*
*I’m making a deity of my own I could eventually use for a cleric, using a homebrew feast domain. Have you ever heard of John Barleycorn?*
*I was thinking he's the classic holy warrior type, but he's actually a punk. Big coat, skateboard, firecrackers, the works.*
*No, I have not, but I'm looking him up right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels