Uzui is walking through the town, his Kasa hiding is expression, one of his hands resting inside of his Kamono and the other on his blades. He hums a soft song to himself alone.
She is easier woken up, looking up to her husband, "Dear?"
There is a rumble as Theren goes flying by, a bounty hunter with a katana following him.
"Soup time..." he says softly.
He sighs, turning and beginning to walk towards the cause, towards the bounty hunter. They can tell Uzui plans to step in.
She nods, pushing herself to a sitting position.
Theren is on the defensive, blocking the attacks as best he can.
He helps her eat, making sure she eats it all
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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.
Felix looks up from his construction and waves. "Hey there, traveller. You doin' good?"
*I KNEW I MISSED SOMETHING! SO SORRY*
He looks up from his contemplation over to them, waving back, though his hat leaves his expression a mystery "Hello, friend. I am doing well enough, and you?"
*DO NOT APOLOGIZE, RECTIFY*
"I'm doing good. Just building some shrines to the gods of my home island. I still have a lot to learn about them, so I want to provide offerings in trade for their tutelage."
"The gods of your home island?" He sits down on the ground next to them, "May I know what they are about, what they do, a summery if you would of their customs, and themes?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Thirteen hurries into the fray, seemingly alerted to the disturbance.
Loriche is making her way through nearby woods, not bothering to be quiet about it.
Theren smiles, seemingly excited by this fight. "Come on!" the two clash swords, making sparks fly.
Zen looks up and waves. *I can provide an intro if needed*
Thirteen pulls out his own blade with a flourish. Attack: 14 Damage: 10
*that’d be appreciated* She notices them and waves back. “Hiya!”
It is blocked instantly. "Not after you." he says, licking Therens blood from his lips.
"How are you?" *in da spolier*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Thirteen hurries into the fray, seemingly alerted to the disturbance.
Loriche is making her way through nearby woods, not bothering to be quiet about it.
Theren smiles, seemingly excited by this fight. "Come on!" the two clash swords, making sparks fly.
Zen looks up and waves. *I can provide an intro if needed*
Thirteen pulls out his own blade with a flourish. Attack: 14 Damage: 10
*that’d be appreciated* She notices them and waves back. “Hiya!”
It is blocked instantly. "Not after you." he says, licking Therens blood from his lips.
"How are you?" *in da spolier*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
He lashes out with a swift kick, hard enough to break a few ribs. Attack: 23 Damage: 22
"Yeah. This is my camp."
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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.
Uzui is walking through the town, his Kasa hiding is expression, one of his hands resting inside of his Kamono and the other on his blades. He hums a soft song to himself alone.
She is easier woken up, looking up to her husband, "Dear?"
There is a rumble as Theren goes flying by, a bounty hunter with a katana following him.
"Soup time..." he says softly.
He sighs, turning and beginning to walk towards the cause, towards the bounty hunter. They can tell Uzui plans to step in.
She nods, pushing herself to a sitting position.
Theren is on the defensive, blocking the attacks as best he can.
He helps her eat, making sure she eats it all
He unsheathes both of his blades, holding each in a hand, swinging at the bounty hunter once, quick and efficient, the air seeming to remain separated after the swing. To hit:21 Damage:7+8
She does do her best to eat it all, enjoying every bite, though the spreading of magma continues.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Thirteen hurries into the fray, seemingly alerted to the disturbance.
Loriche is making her way through nearby woods, not bothering to be quiet about it.
Theren smiles, seemingly excited by this fight. "Come on!" the two clash swords, making sparks fly.
Zen looks up and waves. *I can provide an intro if needed*
Thirteen pulls out his own blade with a flourish. Attack: 14 Damage: 10
*that’d be appreciated* She notices them and waves back. “Hiya!”
It is blocked instantly. "Not after you." he says, licking Therens blood from his lips.
"How are you?" *in da spolier*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
He lashes out with a swift kick, hard enough to break a few ribs. Attack: 23 Damage: 22
"Yeah. This is my camp."
Thirteen staggers back, the wind knocked out of him. He quickly pulls out his journal, forming arcane symbols with his gestures. Make a Wisdom save.
“Cool! I’m Loriche!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Leo is hard at work, making some adjustments to his forge, having shut it down for the day.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Felix approaches, a mere level 5 cleric. He holds up a holy symbol, a pentagram with runes for peace, fat, fire, water, and alcohol in the five corners and a maw in the center. A flaming shrine-hearth hybrid with spider legs appears between Theren and the bounty hunter.
"The Law of Hospitality is in order. Weapons down until we've finished our meal."
Uzui is walking through the town, his Kasa hiding is expression, one of his hands resting inside of his Kamono and the other on his blades. He hums a soft song to himself alone.
She is easier woken up, looking up to her husband, "Dear?"
There is a rumble as Theren goes flying by, a bounty hunter with a katana following him.
"Soup time..." he says softly.
He sighs, turning and beginning to walk towards the cause, towards the bounty hunter. They can tell Uzui plans to step in.
She nods, pushing herself to a sitting position.
Theren is on the defensive, blocking the attacks as best he can.
He helps her eat, making sure she eats it all
He unsheathes both of his blades, holding each in a hand, swinging at the bounty hunter once, quick and efficient, the air seeming to remain separated after the swing. To hit:30 Damage:8+8
She does do her best to eat it all, enjoying every bite, though the spreading of magma continues.
The bounty hunter separates, snarling.
He tries to ignore it
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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.
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Thirteen hurries into the fray, seemingly alerted to the disturbance.
Loriche is making her way through nearby woods, not bothering to be quiet about it.
Theren smiles, seemingly excited by this fight. "Come on!" the two clash swords, making sparks fly.
Zen looks up and waves. *I can provide an intro if needed*
Thirteen pulls out his own blade with a flourish. Attack: 14 Damage: 10
*that’d be appreciated* She notices them and waves back. “Hiya!”
It is blocked instantly. "Not after you." he says, licking Therens blood from his lips.
"How are you?" *in da spolier*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
He lashes out with a swift kick, hard enough to break a few ribs. Attack: 23 Damage: 22
"Yeah. This is my camp."
Thirteen staggers back, the wind knocked out of him. He quickly pulls out his journal, forming arcane symbols with his gestures. Make a Wisdom save.
“Cool! I’m Loriche!”
WIS: 25
"Im Zen, this is Bing."
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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.
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Leo is hard at work, making some adjustments to his forge, having shut it down for the day.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Felix approaches, a mere level 5 cleric. He holds up a holy symbol, a pentagram with runes for peace, fat, fire, water, and alcohol in the five corners and a maw in the center. A flaming shrine-hearth hybrid with spider legs appears between Theren and the bounty hunter.
"The Law of Hospitality is in order. Weapons down until we've finished our meal."
Init (if necessary): 19
Theren pants for air as he sheathes his blades, the hunter doing the same
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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.
Theren is fighting for his life, blood trickling from his chest and mouth as he spins his swords in hand. The bounty hunter that is after him licks the blood off his sword, smiling wickedly.
Zen and Bing as resting at their camp, cooking up breakfast and talking quietly.
Thirteen hurries into the fray, seemingly alerted to the disturbance.
Loriche is making her way through nearby woods, not bothering to be quiet about it.
Theren smiles, seemingly excited by this fight. "Come on!" the two clash swords, making sparks fly.
Zen looks up and waves. *I can provide an intro if needed*
Thirteen pulls out his own blade with a flourish. Attack: 14 Damage: 10
*that’d be appreciated* She notices them and waves back. “Hiya!”
It is blocked instantly. "Not after you." he says, licking Therens blood from his lips.
"How are you?" *in da spolier*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
He lashes out with a swift kick, hard enough to break a few ribs. Attack: 23 Damage: 22
"Yeah. This is my camp."
Thirteen staggers back, the wind knocked out of him. He quickly pulls out his journal, forming arcane symbols with his gestures. Make a Wisdom save.
“Cool! I’m Loriche!”
WIS: 18
"Im Zen, this is Bing."
Failure. The assassin is now charmed by Thirteen.
Loriche goes over to pet Bing. “Glad to have you. Just keep an eye out if you come and visit me. I have a lot of traps set up around there.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*-pat pat- I know, maybe three shots will wake ya up*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is on the defensive, blocking the attacks as best he can.
He helps her eat, making sure she eats it all
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The gods of your home island?" He sits down on the ground next to them, "May I know what they are about, what they do, a summery if you would of their customs, and themes?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“This man is my friend, sir.” He responds coldly.
”I’m good. So are you my new neighbor?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh you do? Are you sure? If so, do you want anyone?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Imploding I'm perfectly fine with, but exploding it bad.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*give me a second to soak the bullets in coffee then*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He lashes out with a swift kick, hard enough to break a few ribs. Attack: 23 Damage: 22
"Yeah. This is my camp."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He unsheathes both of his blades, holding each in a hand, swinging at the bounty hunter once, quick and efficient, the air seeming to remain separated after the swing. To hit:21 Damage:7+8
She does do her best to eat it all, enjoying every bite, though the spreading of magma continues.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thirteen staggers back, the wind knocked out of him. He quickly pulls out his journal, forming arcane symbols with his gestures. Make a Wisdom save.
“Cool! I’m Loriche!”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix approaches, a mere level 5 cleric. He holds up a holy symbol, a pentagram with runes for peace, fat, fire, water, and alcohol in the five corners and a maw in the center. A flaming shrine-hearth hybrid with spider legs appears between Theren and the bounty hunter.
"The Law of Hospitality is in order. Weapons down until we've finished our meal."
Init (if necessary): 19
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The bounty hunter separates, snarling.
He tries to ignore it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
WIS: 25
"Im Zen, this is Bing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren pants for air as he sheathes his blades, the hunter doing the same
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods to the both of them, "Would someone mind explaining what might be going on? Don't feel rushed, I can wait."
She finishes the soup after a moment, hugging their waist.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The bounty hunter sighs. "He has a price on his head worth a lot."
He sets aside the bowl, shakily kissing her forehead.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course, as any bounty collector understands." He turns to Theren, "And what drives you to fight?"
She looks up at them, concerned by their shakes "Honey? What's wrong?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I have a wife and kids. And i dont go down easily."
"Your turning into magma..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Failure. The assassin is now charmed by Thirteen.
Loriche goes over to pet Bing. “Glad to have you. Just keep an eye out if you come and visit me. I have a lot of traps set up around there.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Jobah?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)