He doesn't move for a moment, but then he looks over his shoulder and grumbles, "Well... alright then. I could use a breather." He steps to the side and grips the spear firmly in his two fists. Then in one smooth motion he pulls the spear out of his body. The effort causes him to fall to his knees and grind his teeth as blood begins to pour from the wound freely.
Theren sends a huge blessing their way as he starts to beat the crap outta his variant
The pain seems to fade as he receives the blessing, and the blood stops flowing so much. He clutches at the pouch around his neck with a bloody hand. His beetle-black eyes watch the fight and a grin spreads across his face.
*Alright, back now*
Theren slams his variant into the ground over and over
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Awesome! If a fight breaks out, I'd like to use pure RP instead of stats since I don't yet have a statblock for this character. Possibly never will, given that his schticks are making friends and being immune to direct harm from magic.*
The two hear a warm chuckle. A man of indeterminable age stands there, wearing a cargo vest, plaid shirt and khaki pants. He has big, glassy eyes, short grey hair, and long but rounded and slightly sunken features. He smiles as if this were something normal that happened to him. The variant has never seen this man, at least not in person. Across a thousand universes, it seems this individual has never been present.
"Well now, is that such a great sin? Would you punish a homeless man for lack of wealth, or a child for lack of intellect?"
*Sure! Im good with that!*
The variant looks at him. "Who in the ever loving 9 hells are you?"
"Now, now, don't curse. My name is Elil. I'm not very strong myself, when it comes to fighting. But is combat prowess really the only kind of strength out there? I mean, I command ravenous hordes of Nightmares, each with completely unique skillsets, and they're loyal to a fault, see. That's a kind of power, isn't it? Even if most of them can't fight, isn't that worth something?"
"Shadows that cant fight? Thats useless. If anythin you seem powerless. But you are a first. You'll be interesting to kill." he licks some blood off of his lips in anticipation.
*For Baalze*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Now, now, don't curse. My name is Elil. I'm not very strong myself, when it comes to fighting. But is combat prowess really the only kind of strength out there? I mean, I command ravenous hordes of Nightmares, each with completely unique skillsets, and they're loyal to a fault, see. That's a kind of power, isn't it? Even if most of them can't fight, isn't that worth something?"
"Shadows that cant fight? Thats useless. If anythin you seem powerless. But you are a first. You'll be interesting to kill." he licks some blood off of his lips in anticipation.
He sighs and chuckles. "Really? Is violence the only thing that matters to you?"
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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.
"Now, now, don't curse. My name is Elil. I'm not very strong myself, when it comes to fighting. But is combat prowess really the only kind of strength out there? I mean, I command ravenous hordes of Nightmares, each with completely unique skillsets, and they're loyal to a fault, see. That's a kind of power, isn't it? Even if most of them can't fight, isn't that worth something?"
"Shadows that cant fight? Thats useless. If anythin you seem powerless. But you are a first. You'll be interesting to kill." he licks some blood off of his lips in anticipation.
He sighs and chuckles. "Really? Is violence the only thing that matters to you?"
"Basically." he says, stepping forward
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A massive, four-legged spider-like Nightmare walks over him, striding along the surface of the water. Elil hangs on a swinging couch hanging from its belly. He looks to Drillin and holds out a hand to help him up.
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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.
A massive, four-legged spider-like Nightmare walks over him, striding along the surface of the water. Elil hangs on a swinging couch hanging from its belly. He looks to Drillin and holds out a hand to help him up.
A massive, four-legged spider-like Nightmare walks over him, striding along the surface of the water. Elil hangs on a swinging couch hanging from its belly. He looks to Drillin and holds out a hand to help him up.
'Hey there. What's going on here?'
He chuckles. "Nothing. Just exercising a particularly large Nightmare. She doesn't bite, so don't worry."
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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.
A massive, four-legged spider-like Nightmare walks over him, striding along the surface of the water. Elil hangs on a swinging couch hanging from its belly. He looks to Drillin and holds out a hand to help him up.
'Hey there. What's going on here?'
He chuckles. "Nothing. Just exercising a particularly large Nightmare. She doesn't bite, so don't worry."
*So, your travels have brought you back. What have you learnt? How have you grown? Myself? I am still trying to capture something with my brush... although I'm not quite sure what that thing is.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"No, I wouldn't. Hasn't felt right in a long time." He holds out his arms and walks forward, as if to hug the variant Theren.
"Nah. Aint fallin for that." he then flings the rods at their chest.
Attack: 30 Damage: 37
Attack: 16 Damage: 40
Attack: 17 Damage: 37
Attack: 12 Damage: 48
*He doesn't have stats, so I'm going by his canon abilities.*
They pierce his flesh, then shatter against his endoskeleton. With his skin and fat shredded, it becomes apparent that he is made of some silvery metal forming artificial muscle and bone. "Crystalized hope, dredged out of those who needed it most. My family. Thrashed against the iron teeth at the border of reality until the life was rent out of their malformed bodies. Here's to family, eh?" He places a hand on Varen's (Variant Theren's) shoulder.
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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.
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*i have returned*
He doesnt move
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alright, back now*
Theren slams his variant into the ground over and over
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*For Baalze*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't know who I want to play...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nightmare boi?*
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He sighs and chuckles. "Really? Is violence the only thing that matters to you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Which one?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Basically." he says, stepping forward
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Either?*
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Elil doesn't step back. "And why is that? Because you've failed innumerable times in every other area?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nah, just feels right. You know?" he says, waving his hand in the air and summoning 4 sharp black rods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*:3*
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
*Alright*
A massive, four-legged spider-like Nightmare walks over him, striding along the surface of the water. Elil hangs on a swinging couch hanging from its belly. He looks to Drillin and holds out a hand to help him up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I wouldn't. Hasn't felt right in a long time." He holds out his arms and walks forward, as if to hug the variant Theren.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hey there. What's going on here?'
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"Nah. Aint fallin for that." he then flings the rods at their chest.
Attack: 26 Damage: 41
Attack: 12 Damage: 35
Attack: 31 Damage: 67
Attack: 26 Damage: 39
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles. "Nothing. Just exercising a particularly large Nightmare. She doesn't bite, so don't worry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Ah, nice. Have we met before?'
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*So, your travels have brought you back. What have you learnt? How have you grown? Myself? I am still trying to capture something with my brush... although I'm not quite sure what that thing is.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*He doesn't have stats, so I'm going by his canon abilities.*
They pierce his flesh, then shatter against his endoskeleton. With his skin and fat shredded, it becomes apparent that he is made of some silvery metal forming artificial muscle and bone. "Crystalized hope, dredged out of those who needed it most. My family. Thrashed against the iron teeth at the border of reality until the life was rent out of their malformed bodies. Here's to family, eh?" He places a hand on Varen's (Variant Theren's) shoulder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.