So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The day has come. A portal opens to the Beach, and a large man with an American flag cape and a strange helmet emerges. Three NEO soldiers stand guard. They had been expecting him.
But I do my best to make things right...
They fire Dark Energy-filled bullets into him at only a few feet of range, but virtually none of their shots connect with their massive target as space seems to curve around him. The rounds that do land fall to the ground intact after a flash of golden light. They're so busy trying to pump the man full of depleted uranium that they don't notice the shadowy hag manifesting behind them.
I roll deeper down the hole...
Baba Prizrak puts her hands on the first two's shoulders, draining their fear and hatred and leaving them with nothing but a vague wistfulness. They stop shooting. The third, evidently the leader, whips around and fires a couple shots at the Nightmare, leaving an opening for the superhero to pull him into a hug and drain his negative emotions as well.
I've been holding on with all my might...
Three confused soldiers stand guard at a portal, laughing and telling jokes, messing around for about 20 minutes until they have enough Dark Energy to even remember their darker thoughts. They immediately rush to find a phone, to call in to tell the higher-ups what happened.
The day has come. A portal opens to the Beach, and a large man with an American flag cape and a strange helmet emerges. Three NEO soldiers stand guard. They had been expecting him.
But I do my best to make things right...
They fire Dark Energy-filled bullets into him at only a few feet of range, but virtually none of their shots connect with their massive target as space seems to curve around him. The rounds that do land fall to the ground intact after a flash of golden light. They're so busy trying to pump the man full of depleted uranium that they don't notice the shadowy hag manifesting behind them.
I roll deeper down the hole...
Baba Prizrak puts her hands on the first two's shoulders, draining their fear and hatred and leaving them with nothing but a vague wistfulness. They stop shooting. The third, evidently the leader, whips around and fires a couple shots at the Nightmare, leaving an opening for the superhero to pull him into a hug and drain his negative emotions as well.
I've been holding on with all my might...
Three confused soldiers stand guard at a portal, laughing and telling jokes, messing around for about 20 minutes until they have enough Dark Energy to even remember their darker thoughts. They immediately rush to find a phone, to call in to tell the higher-ups what happened.
Prospero has stormed the Beach.
And there is no fight that can break him.
*Oh, Jester, thought you might like this.*
*Baalze, there is nothing better to describe this than [gp]ing awesome. It’s good to have Prospero back, and with a new character too, or at least new to me. Wanna rp bud?*
The day has come. A portal opens to the Beach, and a large man with an American flag cape and a strange helmet emerges. Three NEO soldiers stand guard. They had been expecting him.
But I do my best to make things right...
They fire Dark Energy-filled bullets into him at only a few feet of range, but virtually none of their shots connect with their massive target as space seems to curve around him. The rounds that do land fall to the ground intact after a flash of golden light. They're so busy trying to pump the man full of depleted uranium that they don't notice the shadowy hag manifesting behind them.
I roll deeper down the hole...
Baba Prizrak puts her hands on the first two's shoulders, draining their fear and hatred and leaving them with nothing but a vague wistfulness. They stop shooting. The third, evidently the leader, whips around and fires a couple shots at the Nightmare, leaving an opening for the superhero to pull him into a hug and drain his negative emotions as well.
I've been holding on with all my might...
Three confused soldiers stand guard at a portal, laughing and telling jokes, messing around for about 20 minutes until they have enough Dark Energy to even remember their darker thoughts. They immediately rush to find a phone, to call in to tell the higher-ups what happened.
Prospero has stormed the Beach.
And there is no fight that can break him.
*Oh, Jester, thought you might like this.*
*Baalze, there is nothing better to describe this than [gp]ing awesome. It’s good to have Prospero back, and with a new character too, or at least new to me. Wanna rp bud?*
*Of course! Oh, and Baba Prizrak is his familiar, a legendary Nightmare based on Baba Yaga. She's the only Nightmare he feels comfortable taking out to fight with, since he wants to protect the others.*
The day has come. A portal opens to the Beach, and a large man with an American flag cape and a strange helmet emerges. Three NEO soldiers stand guard. They had been expecting him.
But I do my best to make things right...
They fire Dark Energy-filled bullets into him at only a few feet of range, but virtually none of their shots connect with their massive target as space seems to curve around him. The rounds that do land fall to the ground intact after a flash of golden light. They're so busy trying to pump the man full of depleted uranium that they don't notice the shadowy hag manifesting behind them.
I roll deeper down the hole...
Baba Prizrak puts her hands on the first two's shoulders, draining their fear and hatred and leaving them with nothing but a vague wistfulness. They stop shooting. The third, evidently the leader, whips around and fires a couple shots at the Nightmare, leaving an opening for the superhero to pull him into a hug and drain his negative emotions as well.
I've been holding on with all my might...
Three confused soldiers stand guard at a portal, laughing and telling jokes, messing around for about 20 minutes until they have enough Dark Energy to even remember their darker thoughts. They immediately rush to find a phone, to call in to tell the higher-ups what happened.
Prospero has stormed the Beach.
And there is no fight that can break him.
*Oh, Jester, thought you might like this.*
*Baalze, there is nothing better to describe this than [gp]ing awesome. It’s good to have Prospero back, and with a new character too, or at least new to me. Wanna rp bud?*
*Of course! Oh, and Baba Prizrak is his familiar, a legendary Nightmare based on Baba Yaga. She's the only Nightmare he feels comfortable taking out to fight with, since he wants to protect the others.*
*I could guess the Baba Yaga thing, though that’s all very cool either way, very interesting. Anyway, do you want anyone specific out of everyone I’ve got? Only preference I have is having Prospero, if that’s okay.*
*Of course! Oh, and Baba Prizrak is his familiar, a legendary Nightmare based on Baba Yaga. She's the only Nightmare he feels comfortable taking out to fight with, since he wants to protect the others.*
*I could guess the Baba Yaga thing, though that’s all very cool either way, very interesting. Anyway, do you want anyone specific out of everyone I’ve got? Only preference I have is having Prospero, if that’s okay.*
*Send out your bois, darling! Anyone goes!*
Prospero has been collecting Nightmares throughout Lord's point, and they flocked to him, eager to be cared for by semi-mortal hands. He's currently in the field where Stroth started the first Blight, surrounded by many frail abominations.
Skwasniec is trying to save a cat from a tree. He is having difficulty due to his size and lack of hands.
Stigmata is on the Beach, eating an NEO soldier.
Riotan strolls over, looking irritated and in the mood for random violence.
*where’s the Beach?*
The brown wyrmling is now attempting to push the tree over.
*The Beach is a demiplane made of negative emotions. It's made of iron and covered in the corpses of half-formed monstrosities who were thrashed upon the teeth of the land before they even got a chance to live. It's easy to go to and come back from, but it is a truly miserable place.*
*Of course! Oh, and Baba Prizrak is his familiar, a legendary Nightmare based on Baba Yaga. She's the only Nightmare he feels comfortable taking out to fight with, since he wants to protect the others.*
*I could guess the Baba Yaga thing, though that’s all very cool either way, very interesting. Anyway, do you want anyone specific out of everyone I’ve got? Only preference I have is having Prospero, if that’s okay.*
*Send out your bois, darling! Anyone goes!*
Prospero has been collecting Nightmares throughout Lord's point, and they flocked to him, eager to be cared for by semi-mortal hands. He's currently in the field where Stroth started the first Blight, surrounded by many frail abominations.
*Eh, just feelin’ a little Rag then.*
Rag is sitting in his soup kitchen, working and providing food for those in need, humming to himself as he does so, a broad smile on his face.
Gin (the Minotaur I recently introed) watches with his arms crossed, his expression flat, though he seems to be able to sense the presence of the Nightmares, if he’s not able to see them, walking over to stand by Prospero, nodding to them respectfully.
*:D*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(anyone wanna rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*(uses you to season tacos)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:[*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*oh btw wendi, did you want to continue?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Looks like I’m awake, want to rp, and my fixations now include Bioshock. I don’t know if any of these are good or bad.*
*Oh, Jester, thought you might like this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyway, characters*
Prospero is gathering Nightmares throughout town, many of which are too weak to be perceived by the eyes of most humanoids.
Porter, finally armed with a gun, is stalking Prospero.
Skwasniec is trying to save a cat from a tree. He is having difficulty due to his size and lack of hands.
Baegoji is holding a political rally in an attempt to spread hope for a brighter future.
Stigmata is on the Beach, eating an NEO soldier.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze, there is nothing better to describe this than [gp]ing awesome. It’s good to have Prospero back, and with a new character too, or at least new to me. Wanna rp bud?*
*Of course! Oh, and Baba Prizrak is his familiar, a legendary Nightmare based on Baba Yaga. She's the only Nightmare he feels comfortable taking out to fight with, since he wants to protect the others.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I could guess the Baba Yaga thing, though that’s all very cool either way, very interesting. Anyway, do you want anyone specific out of everyone I’ve got? Only preference I have is having Prospero, if that’s okay.*
*finally writing up the wendigo stat block*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Riotan strolls over, looking irritated and in the mood for random violence.
*where’s the Beach?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Send out your bois, darling! Anyone goes!*
Prospero has been collecting Nightmares throughout Lord's point, and they flocked to him, eager to be cared for by semi-mortal hands. He's currently in the field where Stroth started the first Blight, surrounded by many frail abominations.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The brown wyrmling is now attempting to push the tree over.
*The Beach is a demiplane made of negative emotions. It's made of iron and covered in the corpses of half-formed monstrosities who were thrashed upon the teeth of the land before they even got a chance to live. It's easy to go to and come back from, but it is a truly miserable place.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Eh, just feelin’ a little Rag then.*
Rag is sitting in his soup kitchen, working and providing food for those in need, humming to himself as he does so, a broad smile on his face.
Gin (the Minotaur I recently introed) watches with his arms crossed, his expression flat, though he seems to be able to sense the presence of the Nightmares, if he’s not able to see them, walking over to stand by Prospero, nodding to them respectfully.
*Oh also, does anyone else want to rp? Probably not, but I just want to know.*
*Ah, I see, and it’s a good lil update now that we are in spring, the workload shifting to Sam, and with it a few other changes.*