*Sorry for the delay, my mom called and I got to talk to her for the first time in days*
"Mm. No." He reaches inside and pulls out the colorful intestines.
He does a spin, creating a vortex of flames which then burst into the shape of a huge skull as he bows. There is quite a bit of applause, which stops after he falls on his face.
Baegoji rides through the camp with a sudden burst of speed, trampling the tents and fire and leaving paper flyers fluttering through the air. They warn of dangers to come and demand that the thieves either change their ways or leave the town.
*not a thing to be sorry for*
"In any case, it's wonderful to see you, hun." he smooches the top of Pod's head, inspecting the corpse. "What'd they do?"
He winces, approaching and stopping at the edge of the candles. "Theodore, you alright?"
"What the hell, man?" he asks the spider-mounted creature after the panic "I was about to kill the ringleader!"
"Irrelevant. They were there." The legs and hands have been mutilated and broken repeatedly, but they aren't bleeding like the rest. These are older wounds.
He gives a thumbs up, unharmed, but doesn't get up from the ground.
The wooden strugel turns his fanged head to look at Jax. He has a curious look in his eyes. "Now you won't have to."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Imagine a battle master, but your maneuvers affect others instead of yourself. You also have a mount that scales with you, like a more easily rideable Steel Defender. You have three options: one can climb and is a brute that can charge, one can swim and is a more technical combatant with grappling and a breath weapon, and one can fly and is fast as frick boi but is very fragile.*
*that is awesome! I’m assuming they’re a martial?*
*Indeed! But there is a subclass that plays more into the Stratagem system and gets 1/3 bard spellcasting. It's the one I chose for my sweet little Baegoji. Wanna meet him?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Lewis Carroll is one of my favorite poets. Yes, the Camelleopard looks exactly like a giraffe but with startlingly violet eyes. It's useful to throw at your party if they've become particularly deceptive.*
*The first idea I had was a kingdom that had something called the Flesh Pits (name could change later). The Philosophers of the Flesh Pits can take a corpse and give it new life. However, they can also twist, break, or empower the bodies of those thrown into the Flesh Pits. They use this to create crippled armies and they promise their soldiers to heal and even strengthen them if they serve them well. For example, they could create a misshapen servant with broken, useless wings jutting out of their back. If the servant performs their duties well, then they will be promoted and their wings will be strengthened so that they can fly. This would also mean that the rulers of the kingdom are somewhat immortal and have strong, beautiful bodies. This is probably too complicated though to work in your system.*
*My other ideas were for a kingdom ruled by a twin bodies that share one soul. The two bodies originally had two different souls though and the other one is still out there. I also had a fungal zombie kingdom that all shared one conscience and a frog kingdom that had different abilities/roles depending on what stage of their life cycle they were in.*
*that first idea I like, and I think that it might be able to work, as it wouldn’t require any new rules and could be all flavor. And I love the second idea. Do the twins have different personalities?*
*Good to know, it'll stay on the list then. The twins would have different personalities, but one twin has taken control of both bodies and the other twin is trapped in an ethereal, ghost-like state of being. That twin might also be trapped in a magic item or something and the evil twin draws power from it.*
*I love it. I look forward to see what you decide on.*
*Awesome, I look forward to seeing what I decide on too.*
*Imagine a battle master, but your maneuvers affect others instead of yourself. You also have a mount that scales with you, like a more easily rideable Steel Defender. You have three options: one can climb and is a brute that can charge, one can swim and is a more technical combatant with grappling and a breath weapon, and one can fly and is fast as frick boi but is very fragile.*
*that is awesome! I’m assuming they’re a martial?*
*Indeed! But there is a subclass that plays more into the Stratagem system and gets 1/3 bard spellcasting. It's the one I chose for my sweet little Baegoji. Wanna meet him?*
He sighs, blushing still a little under his fur before deciding to run off as quickly as he can and make it out of here.
When he does wake up, he tries to run upon seeing them, but presumably is still stuck to the tree.
He rushes through the forest, wings boosting his speed even farther as he runs after some sort of flying wyvern.
(good end? owt else?)
"God, you're so annoying!.." she sits up, the vines releasing him. "get outta here, dude."
She watches, completely awestruck by the power of a mortal.
*Specifically, not really.*
He sighs happily after being freed, “Thank you, did you call me nice looking?” He shakes his head “Not important, bye.” He runs off to find somewhere to nap.
After a few more hunts and a few little injuries, he does finish up, and the jungle disappears. Rag walks back to the house.
"and don't come back!" she calls out, feeling ashamed.
Sam is inside now, preparing some cold juice
James is looking for Paracelsus.
(Ashamed? I wonder why, anyway, good place to end.)
Rag sits down on his recliner, admiring her from his seat after cleaning himself off.
Paracelsus has somehow gotten on top of her wagon lab, and is now asleep up there.
*Imagine a battle master, but your maneuvers affect others instead of yourself. You also have a mount that scales with you, like a more easily rideable Steel Defender. You have three options: one can climb and is a brute that can charge, one can swim and is a more technical combatant with grappling and a breath weapon, and one can fly and is fast as frick boi but is very fragile.*
*that is awesome! I’m assuming they’re a martial?*
*Indeed! But there is a subclass that plays more into the Stratagem system and gets 1/3 bard spellcasting. It's the one I chose for my sweet little Baegoji. Wanna meet him?*
*sorry, I don’t feel like roleplaying right now.*
*Understandable. I don't have much more to talk about, but I hope you have a great day/night!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, blushing still a little under his fur before deciding to run off as quickly as he can and make it out of here.
When he does wake up, he tries to run upon seeing them, but presumably is still stuck to the tree.
He rushes through the forest, wings boosting his speed even farther as he runs after some sort of flying wyvern.
(good end? owt else?)
"God, you're so annoying!.." she sits up, the vines releasing him. "get outta here, dude."
She watches, completely awestruck by the power of a mortal.
*Specifically, not really.*
He sighs happily after being freed, “Thank you, did you call me nice looking?” He shakes his head “Not important, bye.” He runs off to find somewhere to nap.
After a few more hunts and a few little injuries, he does finish up, and the jungle disappears. Rag walks back to the house.
"and don't come back!" she calls out, feeling ashamed.
Sam is inside now, preparing some cold juice
James is looking for Paracelsus.
(Ashamed? I wonder why, anyway, good place to end.)
Rag sits down on his recliner, admiring her from his seat after cleaning himself off.
Paracelsus has somehow gotten on top of her wagon lab, and is now asleep up there.
(You'll find out, eventually)
Sylvin is fixing up a broth for Benimaru
She sits across his lap, 8 feet now, and gives him a large pitcher-sized glass
James sits next to her, knees tucked to his chest; his deer and chalkboard in tow
*I certainly will, hmm.*
Benimaru has vanished from inside of his home, and has gone somewhere to train.
He warms himself up enough for them to be comfortable, taking the pitcher and looking at what’s inside.
She stirs, before opening her eyes to see them, some bit of saliva leaking out of her mouth, “James?”
"Irrelevant. They were there." The legs and hands have been mutilated and broken repeatedly, but they aren't bleeding like the rest. These are older wounds.
He gives a thumbs up, unharmed, but doesn't get up from the ground.
The wooden strugel turns his fanged head to look at Jax. He has a curious look in his eyes. "Now you won't have to."
"I see. Do you need some help?" he asks, looking at the body, then the blood, then Pod's bloody self
"Need a hand up, pal?" he asks, still not sure if he should enter the circle
"He had a high bounty, man! Why would you get rid of them when you can make money off of them?"
He sighs. "Do you really want to help?"
"Nah." He stands and walks out of the circle, all the candles extinguishing. "Thanks for showing up."
He tilts his head almost 90 degrees. "You... want to kill people?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, blushing still a little under his fur before deciding to run off as quickly as he can and make it out of here.
When he does wake up, he tries to run upon seeing them, but presumably is still stuck to the tree.
He rushes through the forest, wings boosting his speed even farther as he runs after some sort of flying wyvern.
(good end? owt else?)
"God, you're so annoying!.." she sits up, the vines releasing him. "get outta here, dude."
She watches, completely awestruck by the power of a mortal.
*Specifically, not really.*
He sighs happily after being freed, “Thank you, did you call me nice looking?” He shakes his head “Not important, bye.” He runs off to find somewhere to nap.
After a few more hunts and a few little injuries, he does finish up, and the jungle disappears. Rag walks back to the house.
"and don't come back!" she calls out, feeling ashamed.
Sam is inside now, preparing some cold juice
James is looking for Paracelsus.
(Ashamed? I wonder why, anyway, good place to end.)
Rag sits down on his recliner, admiring her from his seat after cleaning himself off.
Paracelsus has somehow gotten on top of her wagon lab, and is now asleep up there.
(You'll find out, eventually)
Sylvin is fixing up a broth for Benimaru
She sits across his lap, 8 feet now, and gives him a large pitcher-sized glass
James sits next to her, knees tucked to his chest; his deer and chalkboard in tow
*I certainly will, hmm.*
Benimaru has vanished from inside of his home, and has gone somewhere to train.
He warms himself up enough for them to be comfortable, taking the pitcher and looking at what’s inside.
She stirs, before opening her eyes to see them, some bit of saliva leaking out of her mouth, “James?”
"[GP].." she tries to find him
"Orange juice, for after all that hard work."
He waves a bit, smiling.
Based on the waves of heat, he isn’t too hard to find, though when they find him, something seems off, when he creates flames, he seems to burn himself a little.
He smiles, “You are perfect, you know that?” He drinks as much of the orange juice as he can, enjoying the taste.
She pushes herself to sitting up, looking around and up at the sky “What time is it? What day it is? How are you doing James?”
"Irrelevant. They were there." The legs and hands have been mutilated and broken repeatedly, but they aren't bleeding like the rest. These are older wounds.
He gives a thumbs up, unharmed, but doesn't get up from the ground.
The wooden strugel turns his fanged head to look at Jax. He has a curious look in his eyes. "Now you won't have to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anybody else want to rp or anything? I’ve got two new characters now if anybody wants to try dealing with them?*
*Awesome, I look forward to seeing what I decide on too.*
*sorry, I don’t feel like roleplaying right now.*
(Ashamed? I wonder why, anyway, good place to end.)
Rag sits down on his recliner, admiring her from his seat after cleaning himself off.
Paracelsus has somehow gotten on top of her wagon lab, and is now asleep up there.
*I would like to. I need to develop Baegoji, and an unexpected event could help with that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Understandable. I don't have much more to talk about, but I hope you have a great day/night!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I certainly will, hmm.*
Benimaru has vanished from inside of his home, and has gone somewhere to train.
He warms himself up enough for them to be comfortable, taking the pitcher and looking at what’s inside.
She stirs, before opening her eyes to see them, some bit of saliva leaking out of her mouth, “James?”
He sighs. "Do you really want to help?"
"Nah." He stands and walks out of the circle, all the candles extinguishing. "Thanks for showing up."
He tilts his head almost 90 degrees. "You... want to kill people?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Based on the waves of heat, he isn’t too hard to find, though when they find him, something seems off, when he creates flames, he seems to burn himself a little.
He smiles, “You are perfect, you know that?” He drinks as much of the orange juice as he can, enjoying the taste.
She pushes herself to sitting up, looking around and up at the sky “What time is it? What day it is? How are you doing James?”
*Sorry I didn’t notice this, what kind of unexpected event are we thinking here? It’s up to you man, you’re the sculpter, I’m just helping you craft.*
*As I don't know your new characters, nearly anything dramatic they could do would be unexpected.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem.*
He curses under his breath and quickly turns, “Just…” He racks his brain for a believable lie, hiding his burned hands.
He wraps his arms around them once he finishes the juice, pulling them close, putting his hands to rest on their legs.
“Okay, Tuesday and you’re fine, good.” She sighs, smiling at them, “Wasn’t worried for a second.”