Baegoji is striking a training dummy with his bokken from horseback... er, Oris-back? Either way, he's good with it, but not amazing. Standard military training.
John walks pat, before seeing the strange beast that is Oris. He crosses his arms and watches them train, the blade of his back glowing softly. He isn’t wearing his armor, but Baegoji would be able to recognize a knight with ease.
Oris turns their head and chirps. The short man atop the cat-serpent laughs. "It looks like Oris wants to battle! Care to oblige, friend?" He flourishes his training sword.
He takes his blade in his hands, taking a deep breath before taking a combat stance, “That’s a way to greet someone, I’m no coward.” He lets go of his sword, “Do you have a spare training blade?” Init:14
He pulls one off his back and tosses it over. "Now, for some sort of taunt... hmmm... you know, for sport..."
Init: 22
He catches the blade, smiling at them, preparing himself as they beat him to the punch of who goes first.
He continues to work on his bango, though he shakes his head, his mane falling nearly to the ground as he moves some of it out the way to see them, giving a friendly smile, “Oh, another one.” He says, his voice matching his appearance.
It nuzzles against their chest, purring softly. Inside of the lab, Paracelsus is writing some notes on something.
He smiles and nods, cracking his fingers “What do you need, friend? I’ve been in this town long enough to help with just about anything you may need, at least decently.”
"Another?" he asks, tilting his head "Whaddya mean by that, handsome?"
"By the way, I think that kid that's around here most of the time is running around, covered in blood."
"I'm trying to figure out where a good place to put a massage clinic would be. It'd have to be rather large.."
He chuckles at being called handsome, smiling a little bit, “No need to flatter me, I’ve just met a few of us on my travels.”
Paracelsus immediately gets out of her chair, putting on her plague doctor’s clothes, “Where?” She asks, deep concern in her voice.
“I know a good place, come follow me.” He begins walking, just in case they aren’t as physically powerful as him, and he doesn’t want to leave them behind.
"Ahh, I see. Don't know whether or not it's a shame or a good thing. People in my tribe leave because they've been exiled. What about you? Pulled to the world or pushed out of home?:"
"Saw him on the outskirts of the forest before I found Nine"
He puts his paws together, beaming. "Oh, thank you so much! you're a lifesaver." he follows them, humming
“It doesn’t matter, so much that I forgot, maybe I was exiled, maybe I felt by choice, either way, I’m here now.” He begins to tune his bango once more, “Who might you be?”
She begins heading in that direction, leaving them behind without anything else to worry about.
“Don’t thank me, I’m just someone who’s lived through life and learned it’s easier with help.” He leads them to a clearing in the forest, a massive one that couldn’t have occurred naturally.
"My name's Will. I belonged to one of the first coastal tribes. And you, pretty boy?"
James is sitting next to a deer corpse
"This.. Is perfect! Thank you, so much." he says, inspecting the space.
“Wander’s the name, earned it on my travels. Jungle tribe myself, but you can tell that by the colors.”
She sits down next to them, checking them for injuries of any kind, “James?”
“I can help you build the place too, if you’ll allow me. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”
He pulls one off his back and tosses it over. "Now, for some sort of taunt... hmmm... you know, for sport..."
Init: 22
He catches the blade, smiling at them, preparing himself as they beat him to the punch of who goes first.
(the sword has the stats of a rapier that deals bludgeoning, by the way, so it's a d8 using STR or DEX)
Bae laughs joyfully as Oris charges, making happy cat noises. The laugh seems to echo from all angles, and for a brief moment things seem distorted.
Oris' Charge: Attack: 13 Damage: 18, bludgeoning (cat headbutt) and a DC 15 STR save or fall prone.
In addition, make a contested Insight check vs 29 or subtract a d6 from all attack rolls for one minute, or until Baegoji's concentration is broken.
He’s able to dodge the charge but theirs no chance he’s beating that insight check. He takes a deep breath, preparing to make two attacks back at them, swinging for Bae, smiling at Oris. To hit:28-628-6 Damage:1315
*No, but I did make a dark skinned plague doctor with an undead cat that eats mushrooms that grow on her own body and throws plague bombs, while laughing manically.*
*Forgot my guy also has bombs. Wow, we both have insane dudes with bombs*
He continues to work on his bango, though he shakes his head, his mane falling nearly to the ground as he moves some of it out the way to see them, giving a friendly smile, “Oh, another one.” He says, his voice matching his appearance.
It nuzzles against their chest, purring softly. Inside of the lab, Paracelsus is writing some notes on something.
He smiles and nods, cracking his fingers “What do you need, friend? I’ve been in this town long enough to help with just about anything you may need, at least decently.”
"Another?" he asks, tilting his head "Whaddya mean by that, handsome?"
"By the way, I think that kid that's around here most of the time is running around, covered in blood."
"I'm trying to figure out where a good place to put a massage clinic would be. It'd have to be rather large.."
He chuckles at being called handsome, smiling a little bit, “No need to flatter me, I’ve just met a few of us on my travels.”
Paracelsus immediately gets out of her chair, putting on her plague doctor’s clothes, “Where?” She asks, deep concern in her voice.
“I know a good place, come follow me.” He begins walking, just in case they aren’t as physically powerful as him, and he doesn’t want to leave them behind.
"Ahh, I see. Don't know whether or not it's a shame or a good thing. People in my tribe leave because they've been exiled. What about you? Pulled to the world or pushed out of home?:"
"Saw him on the outskirts of the forest before I found Nine"
He puts his paws together, beaming. "Oh, thank you so much! you're a lifesaver." he follows them, humming
“It doesn’t matter, so much that I forgot, maybe I was exiled, maybe I felt by choice, either way, I’m here now.” He begins to tune his bango once more, “Who might you be?”
She begins heading in that direction, leaving them behind without anything else to worry about.
“Don’t thank me, I’m just someone who’s lived through life and learned it’s easier with help.” He leads them to a clearing in the forest, a massive one that couldn’t have occurred naturally.
"My name's Will. I belonged to one of the first coastal tribes. And you, pretty boy?"
James is sitting next to a deer corpse
"This.. Is perfect! Thank you, so much." he says, inspecting the space.
“Wander’s the name, earned it on my travels. Jungle tribe myself, but you can tell that by the colors.”
She sits down next to them, checking them for injuries of any kind, “James?”
“I can help you build the place too, if you’ll allow me. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”
"I like the name. So, you must have been all kinds of places, huh?"
He indicates that he's fine, a bit impatient
"No, it's already built, I just have to bring it here. My name is Dew, a pleasure to meet you, Rag." *We need a `how many of salem's characters have met rag?` counter*
“All over, I like travelin’, I get to spread peace and love my favorite kind of way.” He says with a chuckle.
“What happened, dear? Why did you kill this deer?” She asks curiously, analyzing the corpse.
(We definitely do, characters meeting Rag is one of my favorite things) “Nice to meet you too, Dew. I could help bring it here, after all, I can fly.” He unfurls his wings from his back.
*No, but I did make a dark skinned plague doctor with an undead cat that eats mushrooms that grow on her own body and throws plague bombs, while laughing manically.*
*Forgot my guy also has bombs. Wow, we both have insane dudes with bombs*
*No, but I did make a dark skinned plague doctor with an undead cat that eats mushrooms that grow on her own body and throws plague bombs, while laughing manically.*
*Forgot my guy also has bombs. Wow, we both have insane dudes with bombs*
*No, but I did make a dark skinned plague doctor with an undead cat that eats mushrooms that grow on her own body and throws plague bombs, while laughing manically.*
*Forgot my guy also has bombs. Wow, we both have insane dudes with bombs*
(the sword has the stats of a rapier that deals bludgeoning, by the way, so it's a d8 using STR or DEX)
Bae laughs joyfully as Oris charges, making happy cat noises. The laugh seems to echo from all angles, and for a brief moment things seem distorted.
Oris' Charge: Attack: 13 Damage: 18, bludgeoning (cat headbutt) and a DC 15 STR save or fall prone.
In addition, make a contested Insight check vs 29 or subtract a d6 from all attack rolls for one minute, or until Baegoji's concentration is broken.
He’s able to dodge the charge but theirs no chance he’s beating that insight check. He takes a deep breath, preparing to make two attacks back at them, swinging for Bae, smiling at Oris. To hit:15-623-6 Damage:1015
Neither attack hits. It's like he's fighting a shadow, his attacks sparking off his clothes as if they were metal armor.
He sees that Baegoji isn't even using a training sword and is instead holding a guitar, playing a disorienting but playfully dramatic tune. "Almost got me there! You're clearly the better fighter out of the two of us... but are you better than Oris? Ha ha!!"
Oris sweeps their long, strong tail at John...
Attack: 26 Damage: 10
...and Bae plays a dissonant chord in an attempt to throw John off his game even more. DC 15 WIS save or take 6 psychic damage and have disadvantage on your next attack roll.
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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 continues to work on his bango, though he shakes his head, his mane falling nearly to the ground as he moves some of it out the way to see them, giving a friendly smile, “Oh, another one.” He says, his voice matching his appearance.
It nuzzles against their chest, purring softly. Inside of the lab, Paracelsus is writing some notes on something.
He smiles and nods, cracking his fingers “What do you need, friend? I’ve been in this town long enough to help with just about anything you may need, at least decently.”
"Another?" he asks, tilting his head "Whaddya mean by that, handsome?"
"By the way, I think that kid that's around here most of the time is running around, covered in blood."
"I'm trying to figure out where a good place to put a massage clinic would be. It'd have to be rather large.."
He chuckles at being called handsome, smiling a little bit, “No need to flatter me, I’ve just met a few of us on my travels.”
Paracelsus immediately gets out of her chair, putting on her plague doctor’s clothes, “Where?” She asks, deep concern in her voice.
“I know a good place, come follow me.” He begins walking, just in case they aren’t as physically powerful as him, and he doesn’t want to leave them behind.
"Ahh, I see. Don't know whether or not it's a shame or a good thing. People in my tribe leave because they've been exiled. What about you? Pulled to the world or pushed out of home?:"
"Saw him on the outskirts of the forest before I found Nine"
He puts his paws together, beaming. "Oh, thank you so much! you're a lifesaver." he follows them, humming
“It doesn’t matter, so much that I forgot, maybe I was exiled, maybe I felt by choice, either way, I’m here now.” He begins to tune his bango once more, “Who might you be?”
She begins heading in that direction, leaving them behind without anything else to worry about.
“Don’t thank me, I’m just someone who’s lived through life and learned it’s easier with help.” He leads them to a clearing in the forest, a massive one that couldn’t have occurred naturally.
"My name's Will. I belonged to one of the first coastal tribes. And you, pretty boy?"
James is sitting next to a deer corpse
"This.. Is perfect! Thank you, so much." he says, inspecting the space.
“Wander’s the name, earned it on my travels. Jungle tribe myself, but you can tell that by the colors.”
She sits down next to them, checking them for injuries of any kind, “James?”
“I can help you build the place too, if you’ll allow me. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”
"I like the name. So, you must have been all kinds of places, huh?"
He indicates that he's fine, a bit impatient
"No, it's already built, I just have to bring it here. My name is Dew, a pleasure to meet you, Rag." *We need a `how many of salem's characters have met rag?` counter*
“All over, I like travelin’, I get to spread peace and love my favorite kind of way.” He says with a chuckle.
“What happened, dear? Why did you kill this deer?” She asks curiously, analyzing the corpse.
(We definitely do, characters meeting Rag is one of my favorite things) “Nice to meet you too, Dew. I could help bring it here, after all, I can fly.” He unfurls his wings from his back.
"Music, I assume? Or a different way?"
He writes in the dirt with the blood; I wanted to
"No, It's fine. it's on a cart." He says, reaching into a portal and pulling the cart out of it, a massive, cozy looking building on top of it
“Music is the main way, but I do everything I can ta help people out.”
She nods, seeming less worried now, “Okay, as long as you’re okay, I was worried about you.”
He looks at the building before chuckling softly “I’m happy I could help you, Dew. I hope to meet you again, but I’ve got somewhere I’ve got to be.” He walks off, waving to them before heading back to Sam’s demiplane.
(the sword has the stats of a rapier that deals bludgeoning, by the way, so it's a d8 using STR or DEX)
Bae laughs joyfully as Oris charges, making happy cat noises. The laugh seems to echo from all angles, and for a brief moment things seem distorted.
Oris' Charge: Attack: 13 Damage: 18, bludgeoning (cat headbutt) and a DC 15 STR save or fall prone.
In addition, make a contested Insight check vs 29 or subtract a d6 from all attack rolls for one minute, or until Baegoji's concentration is broken.
He’s able to dodge the charge but theirs no chance he’s beating that insight check. He takes a deep breath, preparing to make two attacks back at them, swinging for Bae, smiling at Oris. To hit:15-623-6 Damage:1015
Neither attack hits. It's like he's fighting a shadow, his attacks sparking off his clothes as if they were metal armor.
He sees that Baegoji isn't even using a training sword and is instead holding a guitar, playing a disorienting but playfully dramatic tune. "Almost got me there! You're clearly the better fighter out of the two of us... but are you better than Oris? Ha ha!!"
Oris sweeps their long, strong tail at John...
Attack: 26 Damage: 10
...and Bae plays a dissonant chord in an attempt to throw John off his game even more. DC 15 WIS save or take 6 psychic damage and have disadvantage on your next attack roll.
He’s hit by the tail, laughing and smiling as he blocks it as much as he can. He tries to swing back at them with all the strength he’s got, “Oris may be the best out of all of us!” He says, making two more strikes. Wis save:30 To hit:16-314-1 Damage:1310
(the sword has the stats of a rapier that deals bludgeoning, by the way, so it's a d8 using STR or DEX)
Bae laughs joyfully as Oris charges, making happy cat noises. The laugh seems to echo from all angles, and for a brief moment things seem distorted.
Oris' Charge: Attack: 13 Damage: 18, bludgeoning (cat headbutt) and a DC 15 STR save or fall prone.
In addition, make a contested Insight check vs 29 or subtract a d6 from all attack rolls for one minute, or until Baegoji's concentration is broken.
He’s able to dodge the charge but theirs no chance he’s beating that insight check. He takes a deep breath, preparing to make two attacks back at them, swinging for Bae, smiling at Oris. To hit:15-623-6 Damage:1015
Neither attack hits. It's like he's fighting a shadow, his attacks sparking off his clothes as if they were metal armor.
He sees that Baegoji isn't even using a training sword and is instead holding a guitar, playing a disorienting but playfully dramatic tune. "Almost got me there! You're clearly the better fighter out of the two of us... but are you better than Oris? Ha ha!!"
Oris sweeps their long, strong tail at John...
Attack: 26 Damage: 10
...and Bae plays a dissonant chord in an attempt to throw John off his game even more. DC 15 WIS save or take 6 psychic damage and have disadvantage on your next attack roll.
He’s hit by the tail, laughing and smiling as he blocks it as much as he can. He tries to swing back at them with all the strength he’s got, “Oris may be the best out of all of us!” He says, making two more strikes. Wis save:Dice rolls not yet available for this section. To hit:Dice rolls not yet available for this section.-Dice rolls not yet available for this section. Dice rolls not yet available for this section.-Dice rolls not yet available for this section. Damage:Dice rolls not yet available for this section. Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*Goodness, let’s try this again. To hit:18-227-4 Damage:1612 Wis save:26*
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He catches the blade, smiling at them, preparing himself as they beat him to the punch of who goes first.
“Wander’s the name, earned it on my travels. Jungle tribe myself, but you can tell that by the colors.”
She sits down next to them, checking them for injuries of any kind, “James?”
“I can help you build the place too, if you’ll allow me. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag.”
(the sword has the stats of a rapier that deals bludgeoning, by the way, so it's a d8 using STR or DEX)
Bae laughs joyfully as Oris charges, making happy cat noises. The laugh seems to echo from all angles, and for a brief moment things seem distorted.
Oris' Charge: Attack: 10 Damage: 11, bludgeoning (cat headbutt) and a DC 15 STR save or fall prone.
In addition, make a contested Insight check vs 26 or subtract a d6 from all attack rolls for one minute, or until Baegoji's concentration is broken.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s able to dodge the charge but theirs no chance he’s beating that insight check. He takes a deep breath, preparing to make two attacks back at them, swinging for Bae, smiling at Oris. To hit:28-6 28-6 Damage:13 15
*You? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“All over, I like travelin’, I get to spread peace and love my favorite kind of way.” He says with a chuckle.
“What happened, dear? Why did you kill this deer?” She asks curiously, analyzing the corpse.
(We definitely do, characters meeting Rag is one of my favorite things) “Nice to meet you too, Dew. I could help bring it here, after all, I can fly.” He unfurls his wings from his back.
*You? :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.
*Im doing well enough.*
*That's good :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.
Neither attack hits. It's like he's fighting a shadow, his attacks sparking off his clothes as if they were metal armor.
He sees that Baegoji isn't even using a training sword and is instead holding a guitar, playing a disorienting but playfully dramatic tune. "Almost got me there! You're clearly the better fighter out of the two of us... but are you better than Oris? Ha ha!!"
Oris sweeps their long, strong tail at John...
Attack: 26 Damage: 10
...and Bae plays a dissonant chord in an attempt to throw John off his game even more. DC 15 WIS save or take 6 psychic damage and have disadvantage on your next attack roll.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Music is the main way, but I do everything I can ta help people out.”
She nods, seeming less worried now, “Okay, as long as you’re okay, I was worried about you.”
He looks at the building before chuckling softly “I’m happy I could help you, Dew. I hope to meet you again, but I’ve got somewhere I’ve got to be.” He walks off, waving to them before heading back to Sam’s demiplane.
He’s hit by the tail, laughing and smiling as he blocks it as much as he can. He tries to swing back at them with all the strength he’s got, “Oris may be the best out of all of us!” He says, making two more strikes. Wis save:30 To hit:16-3 14-1 Damage:13 10
*Sure :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.
*Goodness, let’s try this again. To hit:18-2 27-4 Damage:16 12 Wis save:26*