They feel a strange sensation, some kind of joyful warmth melting their insides, until they realize it’s actually melting their insides.
“I’m sorry I stalked you all that time ago, but I’m happy it led to this.”
"Oooo. Ouchie." he says sarcastically. Theren then touches their shoulder. *Con save please. DC: 26 *
"Its alright. I would rather have this than be with anyone else." he says, kissing her happily
Con save:23
She kisses them back fully, closing her eyes and enjoying it more than usual, catching her breath after a moment, “Dear, I do think I’m going to have to train you to be stronger, physically speaking.”
*Oof*
His mind starts to break, slowly going insane as he sees all the ways hes died in other realities. It shatters his mind into oblivion.
"Whys that?" he mutters
He stops for a moment, before sitting on the ground, curling up into a ball, and lying down. He begins to silently cry as he sees it all.
“Because, I won’t be able to protect you soon, and if Festus is going to protect me, you are going to need to be stronger.”
"See. You. Cant. Beat. Me." the alternate whispers. "Just give up."
"Thats fair enough." he says, kissing her forehead
“No, you just proved I haven’t beaten you before.” He says, still crying, “Why are you doing this?”
She happily takes the kiss, “And kissing you with rippling muscles will be a little bonus for me.” She says with a smirk.
He offers a hand to help him up, "I'm the Kapre. You need help fixing yerself up?" His heavy brow knits as he looks at the other version of you. "Surely I don't spy a fetch? You got twins or something?"
He takes it. "Id love some help. And, ah, thats my variant. I guess thats what id call him."
"Variant, huh?" His massive hand envelops your own as he pulls you to your feet. His dark beetle black eyes watch the variant suspiciously. A small leather pouch attached to a string hangs around his neck and sits on his hairy, bare chest. He swallows it in the palm of his left hand and expels a dense cloud of cigar smoke from between his thick lips. He wraps the smoke around his right hand and pulls it down toward your ribs as he presses his hand against your side. It hurts terribly at first but the pain quickly fades as the wounds heal with the heavy scent of cigar. "That should do the trick. Yer ribs should be fine now but you may develop lung cancer in the next few years." He takes another draw from his cigar and lets the pouch fall out of his hand, "Nah, I'm just yankin' yer chain."
They feel a strange sensation, some kind of joyful warmth melting their insides, until they realize it’s actually melting their insides.
“I’m sorry I stalked you all that time ago, but I’m happy it led to this.”
"Oooo. Ouchie." he says sarcastically. Theren then touches their shoulder. *Con save please. DC: 26 *
"Its alright. I would rather have this than be with anyone else." he says, kissing her happily
Con save:23
She kisses them back fully, closing her eyes and enjoying it more than usual, catching her breath after a moment, “Dear, I do think I’m going to have to train you to be stronger, physically speaking.”
*Oof*
His mind starts to break, slowly going insane as he sees all the ways hes died in other realities. It shatters his mind into oblivion.
"Whys that?" he mutters
He stops for a moment, before sitting on the ground, curling up into a ball, and lying down. He begins to silently cry as he sees it all.
“Because, I won’t be able to protect you soon, and if Festus is going to protect me, you are going to need to be stronger.”
"See. You. Cant. Beat. Me." the alternate whispers. "Just give up."
"Thats fair enough." he says, kissing her forehead
“No, you just proved I haven’t beaten you before.” He says, still crying, “Why are you doing this?”
She happily takes the kiss, “And kissing you with rippling muscles will be a little bonus for me.” She says with a smirk.
"Why not? I'm just having fun!"
He blushes. "Hey now-"
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He offers a hand to help him up, "I'm the Kapre. You need help fixing yerself up?" His heavy brow knits as he looks at the other version of you. "Surely I don't spy a fetch? You got twins or something?"
He takes it. "Id love some help. And, ah, thats my variant. I guess thats what id call him."
"Variant, huh?" His massive hand envelops your own as he pulls you to your feet. His dark beetle black eyes watch the variant suspiciously. A small leather pouch attached to a string hangs around his neck and sits on his hairy, bare chest. He swallows it in the palm of his left hand and expels a dense cloud of cigar smoke from between his thick lips. He wraps the smoke around his right hand and pulls it down toward your ribs as he presses his hand against your side. It hurts terribly at first but the pain quickly fades as the wounds heal with the heavy scent of cigar. "That should do the trick. Yer ribs should be fine now but you may develop lung cancer in the next few years." He takes another draw from his cigar and lets the pouch fall out of his hand, "Nah, I'm just yankin' yer chain."
"Yeah very funny." Theren says, wrapping his hands in magical gauze. "And unless you wanna get impaled i suggest you either get behind me or step aside mate."
The variant waves his hand in the air, multiple sharp black rods appearing and floating in the air.
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They feel a strange sensation, some kind of joyful warmth melting their insides, until they realize it’s actually melting their insides.
“I’m sorry I stalked you all that time ago, but I’m happy it led to this.”
"Oooo. Ouchie." he says sarcastically. Theren then touches their shoulder. *Con save please. DC: 26 *
"Its alright. I would rather have this than be with anyone else." he says, kissing her happily
Con save:23
She kisses them back fully, closing her eyes and enjoying it more than usual, catching her breath after a moment, “Dear, I do think I’m going to have to train you to be stronger, physically speaking.”
*Oof*
His mind starts to break, slowly going insane as he sees all the ways hes died in other realities. It shatters his mind into oblivion.
"Whys that?" he mutters
He stops for a moment, before sitting on the ground, curling up into a ball, and lying down. He begins to silently cry as he sees it all.
“Because, I won’t be able to protect you soon, and if Festus is going to protect me, you are going to need to be stronger.”
"See. You. Cant. Beat. Me." the alternate whispers. "Just give up."
"Thats fair enough." he says, kissing her forehead
“No, you just proved I haven’t beaten you before.” He says, still crying, “Why are you doing this?”
She happily takes the kiss, “And kissing you with rippling muscles will be a little bonus for me.” She says with a smirk.
"Why not? I'm just having fun!"
He blushes. "Hey now-"
“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The tree giant looks down at you. He'd probably stand at about ten feet if he stood up but the lanky forest spirit is slouching underneath the branches, his long limbs splayed out like fallen branches. He opens up the fingers of his hand to reveal a massive, brown tarantula sitting in his palm. "I reckon it's a big ol' spider, but what do you think?"
'It sure does look like a big old spider. Ya reckon it's poisonous? It seems to like ya, though'
"I hardly believe he's got any poison in him, but there may be a little venom." He says with a smile. It creeps out of his palm and down his long, hairy forearm. "It looks kinda hungry to me."
'Well, as long as he doesn't try to eat any of us, or my animal companions. I've not seen a spider that big in a long time'
"They ain't usually found in this sorta neighborhood." He strokes its hairy abdomen with a long finger. "What sorta animals do ya got?"
'Not the kinda ones most people like. Got a raccoon, couple seagulls, a bunch of pigeons, and a pack of rats. Not the prettiest or the most popular, but neither am I'
"That's quite the menagerie you got yerself. I'd keep the pigeons and rats away from this lil feller." He looks up into the above him and spots a small sparrow. He blows a cloud of grey smoke up at the bird which teeters off its perch and falls into the palm of his hand, asleep, after the smoke hits it.
'Hey, what ya do that for? To feed the tarantula?'
"You got it." He holds the incapacitated bird close to the spider which lunges forward like a terrible eight fingered hand. It sinks its long fangs into the bird and begins to release digestive juices into its prey. A small trickle of blood begins to run down the Kapre's arm.
"Variant, huh?" His massive hand envelops your own as he pulls you to your feet. His dark beetle black eyes watch the variant suspiciously. A small leather pouch attached to a string hangs around his neck and sits on his hairy, bare chest. He swallows it in the palm of his left hand and expels a dense cloud of cigar smoke from between his thick lips. He wraps the smoke around his right hand and pulls it down toward your ribs as he presses his hand against your side. It hurts terribly at first but the pain quickly fades as the wounds heal with the heavy scent of cigar. "That should do the trick. Yer ribs should be fine now but you may develop lung cancer in the next few years." He takes another draw from his cigar and lets the pouch fall out of his hand, "Nah, I'm just yankin' yer chain."
"Yeah very funny." Theren says, wrapping his hands in magical gauze. "And unless you wanna get impaled i suggest you either get behind me or step aside mate."
The variant waves his hand in the air, multiple sharp black rods appearing and floating in the air.
"Ah, so yer doppleganger ain't no friend of yers." He leans out of the way against a nearby tree. "What's he after you for?"
The tree giant looks down at you. He'd probably stand at about ten feet if he stood up but the lanky forest spirit is slouching underneath the branches, his long limbs splayed out like fallen branches. He opens up the fingers of his hand to reveal a massive, brown tarantula sitting in his palm. "I reckon it's a big ol' spider, but what do you think?"
'It sure does look like a big old spider. Ya reckon it's poisonous? It seems to like ya, though'
"I hardly believe he's got any poison in him, but there may be a little venom." He says with a smile. It creeps out of his palm and down his long, hairy forearm. "It looks kinda hungry to me."
'Well, as long as he doesn't try to eat any of us, or my animal companions. I've not seen a spider that big in a long time'
"They ain't usually found in this sorta neighborhood." He strokes its hairy abdomen with a long finger. "What sorta animals do ya got?"
'Not the kinda ones most people like. Got a raccoon, couple seagulls, a bunch of pigeons, and a pack of rats. Not the prettiest or the most popular, but neither am I'
"That's quite the menagerie you got yerself. I'd keep the pigeons and rats away from this lil feller." He looks up into the above him and spots a small sparrow. He blows a cloud of grey smoke up at the bird which teeters off its perch and falls into the palm of his hand, asleep, after the smoke hits it.
'Hey, what ya do that for? To feed the tarantula?'
"You got it." He holds the incapacitated bird close to the spider which lunges forward like a terrible eight fingered hand. It sinks its long fangs into the bird and begins to release digestive juices into its prey. A small trickle of blood begins to run down the Kapre's arm.
'Nice pet ya got. Ya do this kinda thing often, or does he hunt as well?'
“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"Variant, huh?" His massive hand envelops your own as he pulls you to your feet. His dark beetle black eyes watch the variant suspiciously. A small leather pouch attached to a string hangs around his neck and sits on his hairy, bare chest. He swallows it in the palm of his left hand and expels a dense cloud of cigar smoke from between his thick lips. He wraps the smoke around his right hand and pulls it down toward your ribs as he presses his hand against your side. It hurts terribly at first but the pain quickly fades as the wounds heal with the heavy scent of cigar. "That should do the trick. Yer ribs should be fine now but you may develop lung cancer in the next few years." He takes another draw from his cigar and lets the pouch fall out of his hand, "Nah, I'm just yankin' yer chain."
"Yeah very funny." Theren says, wrapping his hands in magical gauze. "And unless you wanna get impaled i suggest you either get behind me or step aside mate."
The variant waves his hand in the air, multiple sharp black rods appearing and floating in the air.
"Ah, so yer doppleganger ain't no friend of yers." He leans out of the way against a nearby tree. "What's he after you for?"
"No clue. Probably wants to kill me." he says, cracking his knuckles
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“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
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“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
He casts Force Cage the moment the field breaks, trapping the Theren variant at least for a moment “For someone who’s traveled dimensions, you seem more like a lapdog.” He looks towards his world’s Theren, going over to heal them.
Ana decides to hide a little ways away, as to not get hurt, firing a bolt. To hit:1616 Damage:17+8+123
"You got it." He holds the incapacitated bird close to the spider which lunges forward like a terrible eight fingered hand. It sinks its long fangs into the bird and begins to release digestive juices into its prey. A small trickle of blood begins to run down the Kapre's arm.
'Nice pet ya got. Ya do this kinda thing often, or does he hunt as well?'
"Nah, he ain't nobody's pet. He's as wild as they get and can go huntin' on his own. I'm just a close friend."
“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
He casts Force Cage the moment the field breaks, trapping the Theren variant at least for a moment “For someone who’s traveled dimensions, you seem more like a lapdog.” He looks towards his world’s Theren, going over to heal them.
Ana decides to hide a little ways away, as to not get hurt, firing a bolt. To hit:2123 Damage:22+3+520
His Theren is barely moving, blood leaking from his mouth and nose.
Leo rushes in as Anas bolts fly into the variant. Leo throws two fiery haymakers that slam into him.
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"Ah, so yer doppleganger ain't no friend of yers." He leans out of the way against a nearby tree. "What's he after you for?"
"No clue. Probably wants to kill me." he says, cracking his knuckles
"That would be a shame." He cracks his own knuckles with the sound of tree branches snapping, "If he aims to do it in my forest surrounded by my trees, he's got another think comin'." With a flick of his wrists, all the trees above the variant bend their trunks and branches, slamming their branches down towards him as if nature itself wanted to blot the man from the earth.
"You got it." He holds the incapacitated bird close to the spider which lunges forward like a terrible eight fingered hand. It sinks its long fangs into the bird and begins to release digestive juices into its prey. A small trickle of blood begins to run down the Kapre's arm.
'Nice pet ya got. Ya do this kinda thing often, or does he hunt as well?'
"Nah, he ain't nobody's pet. He's as wild as they get and can go huntin' on his own. I'm just a close friend."
'That's the best way to be, I guess. Ya can learn a lot from nature. Teaches ya how to be smart, resourceful, tough, and yet still, how do the young ones put it, a 'goofy little guy'?'
“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
He casts Force Cage the moment the field breaks, trapping the Theren variant at least for a moment “For someone who’s traveled dimensions, you seem more like a lapdog.” He looks towards his world’s Theren, going over to heal them.
Ana decides to hide a little ways away, as to not get hurt, firing a bolt. To hit:2123 Damage:22+3+520
His Theren is barely moving, blood leaking from his mouth and nose.
Leo rushes in as Anas bolts fly into the variant. Leo throws two fiery haymakers that slam into him.
He begins using his divine power to heal their wounds. Giving Theren 700hp, far more than he needs.
She continues to fire off covering shots and going into hiding right after, making sure to keep it up and not give any openings.
"Ah, so yer doppleganger ain't no friend of yers." He leans out of the way against a nearby tree. "What's he after you for?"
"No clue. Probably wants to kill me." he says, cracking his knuckles
"That would be a shame." He cracks his own knuckles with the sound of tree branches snapping, "If he aims to do it in my forest surrounded by my trees, he's got another think comin'." With a flick of his wrists, all the trees above the variant bend their trunks and branches, slamming their branches down towards him as if nature itself wanted to blot the man from the earth.
The variant disappears for a moment before a blaze starts, burning the trees with unholy fire
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“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
He casts Force Cage the moment the field breaks, trapping the Theren variant at least for a moment “For someone who’s traveled dimensions, you seem more like a lapdog.” He looks towards his world’s Theren, going over to heal them.
Ana decides to hide a little ways away, as to not get hurt, firing a bolt. To hit:2123 Damage:22+3+520
His Theren is barely moving, blood leaking from his mouth and nose.
Leo rushes in as Anas bolts fly into the variant. Leo throws two fiery haymakers that slam into him.
He begins using his divine power to heal their wounds. Giving Theren 700hp, far more than he needs.
She continues to fire off covering shots and going into hiding right after, making sure to keep it up and not give any openings.
Theren gasps for air. "Jesus!"
"Annoying brat." he grumbles as he backhands Leo and summons a rod. He throws it through Leo, the rod going through his gut and pinning him to a wall
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“No, you just proved I haven’t beaten you before.” He says, still crying, “Why are you doing this?”
She happily takes the kiss, “And kissing you with rippling muscles will be a little bonus for me.” She says with a smirk.
"Variant, huh?" His massive hand envelops your own as he pulls you to your feet. His dark beetle black eyes watch the variant suspiciously. A small leather pouch attached to a string hangs around his neck and sits on his hairy, bare chest. He swallows it in the palm of his left hand and expels a dense cloud of cigar smoke from between his thick lips. He wraps the smoke around his right hand and pulls it down toward your ribs as he presses his hand against your side. It hurts terribly at first but the pain quickly fades as the wounds heal with the heavy scent of cigar. "That should do the trick. Yer ribs should be fine now but you may develop lung cancer in the next few years." He takes another draw from his cigar and lets the pouch fall out of his hand, "Nah, I'm just yankin' yer chain."
"Why not? I'm just having fun!"
He blushes. "Hey now-"
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"Yeah very funny." Theren says, wrapping his hands in magical gauze. "And unless you wanna get impaled i suggest you either get behind me or step aside mate."
The variant waves his hand in the air, multiple sharp black rods appearing and floating in the air.
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“You aren’t just doing this for fun, that much is obvious.”
She smiles even brighter, leaning against him, “I know, not in public, we will save that for later.”
The alternate flicks their forehead. "Obviously. I serve my master. He wants all of your deaths. So thats what i do."
Leo turns quickly. "Theren...." he mumbles worridly.
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"You got it." He holds the incapacitated bird close to the spider which lunges forward like a terrible eight fingered hand. It sinks its long fangs into the bird and begins to release digestive juices into its prey. A small trickle of blood begins to run down the Kapre's arm.
"Ah, so yer doppleganger ain't no friend of yers." He leans out of the way against a nearby tree. "What's he after you for?"
'Nice pet ya got. Ya do this kinda thing often, or does he hunt as well?'
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Tim looks at them, annoyed more than anything “So you’re just a lapdog, exactly what I expected.” He says, some of his father’s cruel personality coming out.
She looks down, sighing “Looks like Theren needs help?” She asks, loading up a bolt.
"No clue. Probably wants to kill me." he says, cracking his knuckles
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"More like his right hand man." he snarls. There is a crackle as the magical field breaks and a fireball slams into him.
Leo nods, summoning a fireball and throwing it like a fastball at the alternate.
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He casts Force Cage the moment the field breaks, trapping the Theren variant at least for a moment “For someone who’s traveled dimensions, you seem more like a lapdog.” He looks towards his world’s Theren, going over to heal them.
Ana decides to hide a little ways away, as to not get hurt, firing a bolt. To hit:16 16 Damage:17+8+1 23
"Nah, he ain't nobody's pet. He's as wild as they get and can go huntin' on his own. I'm just a close friend."
His Theren is barely moving, blood leaking from his mouth and nose.
Leo rushes in as Anas bolts fly into the variant. Leo throws two fiery haymakers that slam into him.
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"That would be a shame." He cracks his own knuckles with the sound of tree branches snapping, "If he aims to do it in my forest surrounded by my trees, he's got another think comin'." With a flick of his wrists, all the trees above the variant bend their trunks and branches, slamming their branches down towards him as if nature itself wanted to blot the man from the earth.
'That's the best way to be, I guess. Ya can learn a lot from nature. Teaches ya how to be smart, resourceful, tough, and yet still, how do the young ones put it, a 'goofy little guy'?'
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He begins using his divine power to heal their wounds. Giving Theren 700hp, far more than he needs.
She continues to fire off covering shots and going into hiding right after, making sure to keep it up and not give any openings.
The variant disappears for a moment before a blaze starts, burning the trees with unholy fire
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Theren gasps for air. "Jesus!"
"Annoying brat." he grumbles as he backhands Leo and summons a rod. He throws it through Leo, the rod going through his gut and pinning him to a wall
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