*I did the math if I do two kingdoms and empires a day it will take 16 days Then if I do 2 towns and cites everyday it would be 500 days I think not including all the items dungeons and other realms T_T*
*Forgive yourself. Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all. An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle. We sow the seeds of our ruin, and seek to deny its reckoning. We make mountains of our mistakes, monsters of our misdeeds. We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter. And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light, holding fast against the hellish shadows that gather between our good intentions. And in each of us, the limitless emptiness... of a Darkest Dungeon.*
Strugel Species
Size: Small (2 to 3 and a half feet tall, 30-60 lbs)
Type: Humanoid
Speed: 30ft
Darkvision. You have darkvision out to 60ft.
Hibernating Anatomy. Your body is usually in a sleepy state to conserve energy, but in a pinch it can unleash its full strength in a burst of adrenaline. You can eat up to a quarter of your body weight in food each day. If you eat at least 2 pounds of food during a short or long rest, you gain a point of Hibernation, up to a maximum number of points equal to your proficiency bonus. You can expend a Hibernation point to dash, dodge, or disengage as a bonus acion.
Deep Slumber. Due to the sleepy magic of your homeland, you can laze about like the best of them. Whenever an effect would force you to wake up or prevent you from gaining the benefits of a short or long rest, you can choose to ignore it. In addition, you can expend a Hibernation point to share this feature with another creature within 5ft of you for the duration of a rest.
Blessings of the Great Spirits. Choose one of the following Great Spirits. You can change your pick whenever you gain a level.
Volstadt, the Pitmaster. Heart of a Homemaker. You are proficient in cook’s utensils, and if you feed another creature at least one pound of food over the course of a short or long rest, you can forgo gaining a Hibernation point to give them temporary hit points equal to your level plus your bonus with Cook’s Utensils. Volcanic Resilience. You have resistance to fire damage.
Gorgiro, the Beast. Heart of a Survivalist. You can complete a long rest in 6 hours if you spend at least 4 of them sleeping, and you can expend one Hibernation point as a bonus action to gain temporary hit points equal to twice your level, which last for one minute. Scavenger’s Resilience. You have resistance to poison damage and advantage on saving throws to avoid or end diseases.
Abis, the River Daemon. Heart of a Revenant. You learn the Chill Touch cantrip, choosing any ability score as its spellcasting ability. Whenever you expend a Hibernation point as a bonus action, you can cast Chill Touch or make one weapon attack as part of the same bonus action. Frigid Resilience. You have resistance to cold damage.
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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.
*Forgive yourself. Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all. An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle. We sow the seeds of our ruin, and seek to deny its reckoning. We make mountains of our mistakes, monsters of our misdeeds. We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter. And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light, holding fast against the hellish shadows that gather between our good intentions. And in each of us, the limitless emptiness... of a Darkest Dungeon.*
Strugel Species
Size: Small (2 to 3 and a half feet tall, 30-60 lbs)
Type: Humanoid
Speed: 30ft
Darkvision. You have darkvision out to 60ft.
Hibernating Anatomy. Your body is usually in a sleepy state to conserve energy, but in a pinch it can unleash its full strength in a burst of adrenaline. You can eat up to a quarter of your body weight in food each day. If you eat at least 2 pounds of food during a short or long rest, you gain a point of Hibernation, up to a maximum number of points equal to your proficiency bonus. You can expend a Hibernation point to dash, dodge, or disengage as a bonus acion.
Deep Slumber. Due to the sleepy magic of your homeland, you can laze about like the best of them. Whenever an effect would force you to wake up or prevent you from gaining the benefits of a short or long rest, you can choose to ignore it. In addition, you can expend a Hibernation point to share this feature with another creature within 5ft of you for the duration of a rest.
Blessings of the Great Spirits. Choose one of the following Great Spirits. You can change your pick whenever you gain a level.
Volstadt, the Pitmaster. Heart of a Homemaker. You are proficient in cook’s utensils, and if you feed another creature at least one pound of food over the course of a short or long rest, you can forgo gaining a Hibernation point to give them temporary hit points equal to your level plus your bonus with Cook’s Utensils. Volcanic Resilience. You have resistance to fire damage.
Gorgiro, the Beast. Heart of a Survivalist. You can complete a long rest in 6 hours if you spend at least 4 of them sleeping, and you can expend one Hibernation point as a bonus action to gain temporary hit points equal to twice your level, which last for one minute. Scavenger’s Resilience. You have resistance to poison damage and advantage on saving throws to avoid or end diseases.
Abis, the River Daemon. Heart of a Revenant. You learn the Chill Touch cantrip, choosing any ability score as its spellcasting ability. Whenever you expend a Hibernation point as a bonus action, you can cast Chill Touch or make one weapon attack as part of the same bonus action. Frigid Resilience. You have resistance to cold damage.
*Copied and soon to be pasted so I'll have this always. Love Darkest Dungeon, deserves more love, especially the Black Reliquary fan game and the second game, so good. Anyway, good to see you Baalze.*
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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.'
*Forgive yourself. Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all. An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle. We sow the seeds of our ruin, and seek to deny its reckoning. We make mountains of our mistakes, monsters of our misdeeds. We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter. And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light, holding fast against the hellish shadows that gather between our good intentions. And in each of us, the limitless emptiness... of a Darkest Dungeon.*
Strugel Species
Size: Small (2 to 3 and a half feet tall, 30-60 lbs)
Type: Humanoid
Speed: 30ft
Darkvision. You have darkvision out to 60ft.
Hibernating Anatomy. Your body is usually in a sleepy state to conserve energy, but in a pinch it can unleash its full strength in a burst of adrenaline. You can eat up to a quarter of your body weight in food each day. If you eat at least 2 pounds of food during a short or long rest, you gain a point of Hibernation, up to a maximum number of points equal to your proficiency bonus. You can expend a Hibernation point to dash, dodge, or disengage as a bonus acion.
Deep Slumber. Due to the sleepy magic of your homeland, you can laze about like the best of them. Whenever an effect would force you to wake up or prevent you from gaining the benefits of a short or long rest, you can choose to ignore it. In addition, you can expend a Hibernation point to share this feature with another creature within 5ft of you for the duration of a rest.
Blessings of the Great Spirits. Choose one of the following Great Spirits. You can change your pick whenever you gain a level.
Volstadt, the Pitmaster. Heart of a Homemaker. You are proficient in cook’s utensils, and if you feed another creature at least one pound of food over the course of a short or long rest, you can forgo gaining a Hibernation point to give them temporary hit points equal to your level plus your bonus with Cook’s Utensils. Volcanic Resilience. You have resistance to fire damage.
Gorgiro, the Beast. Heart of a Survivalist. You can complete a long rest in 6 hours if you spend at least 4 of them sleeping, and you can expend one Hibernation point as a bonus action to gain temporary hit points equal to twice your level, which last for one minute. Scavenger’s Resilience. You have resistance to poison damage and advantage on saving throws to avoid or end diseases.
Abis, the River Daemon. Heart of a Revenant. You learn the Chill Touch cantrip, choosing any ability score as its spellcasting ability. Whenever you expend a Hibernation point as a bonus action, you can cast Chill Touch or make one weapon attack as part of the same bonus action. Frigid Resilience. You have resistance to cold damage.
*Copied and soon to be pasted so I'll have this always. Love Darkest Dungeon, deserves more love, especially the Black Reliquary fan game and the second game, so good. Anyway, good to see you Baalze.*
*I have to go to counseling in a bit, but it's good to see you too. What do you think of the species? I think it's relatively balanced, meaning not especially weak or strong in this case.*
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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.
*I have to go to counseling in a bit, but it's good to see you too. What do you think of the species? I think it's relatively balanced, meaning not especially weak or strong in this case.*
*I have to say I like it, but I'm biased for you, and it would be difficult for me to take a nonbiased stance on the matter. Hope the counseling goes well, I hope you are well, and become better my friend.*
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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.'
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
The Architect is in a chamber deep underneath the central art gallery of the Faceless Fair, tending to a cylindrical glass tank as big as she is at the room's center with a supporting metal framework around it any myriad tubes that connect to it from the floor. Various gauges adorn the sides of the vessel, meant to monitor a myriad of different factors suggesting the tank will eventually contain liquid. At the moment, the only thing inside the glass container are dozens and dozens of little off-white spheres of porcelain, each no larger than a marble, entirely covering the bottom of the vessel.
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
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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.'
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
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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)
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
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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.'
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
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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.'
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
*I'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
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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.'
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
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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)
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
He continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone. He doesn't answer their questions, but it's obvious the answer.
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
The crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
He continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone.
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
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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)
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*I did the math if I do two kingdoms and empires a day it will take 16 days Then if I do 2 towns and cites everyday it would be 500 days I think not including all the items dungeons and other realms T_T*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Good morning, I have awoken with new ideas, I may use none, I may use all, who knows?*
*Forgive yourself. Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all. An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle. We sow the seeds of our ruin, and seek to deny its reckoning. We make mountains of our mistakes, monsters of our misdeeds. We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter. And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light, holding fast against the hellish shadows that gather between our good intentions. And in each of us, the limitless emptiness... of a Darkest Dungeon.*
Strugel Species
Size: Small (2 to 3 and a half feet tall, 30-60 lbs)
Type: Humanoid
Speed: 30ft
Darkvision. You have darkvision out to 60ft.
Hibernating Anatomy. Your body is usually in a sleepy state to conserve energy, but in a pinch it can unleash its full strength in a burst of adrenaline. You can eat up to a quarter of your body weight in food each day. If you eat at least 2 pounds of food during a short or long rest, you gain a point of Hibernation, up to a maximum number of points equal to your proficiency bonus. You can expend a Hibernation point to dash, dodge, or disengage as a bonus acion.
Deep Slumber. Due to the sleepy magic of your homeland, you can laze about like the best of them. Whenever an effect would force you to wake up or prevent you from gaining the benefits of a short or long rest, you can choose to ignore it. In addition, you can expend a Hibernation point to share this feature with another creature within 5ft of you for the duration of a rest.
Blessings of the Great Spirits. Choose one of the following Great Spirits. You can change your pick whenever you gain a level.
Heart of a Homemaker. You are proficient in cook’s utensils, and if you feed another creature at least one pound of food over the course of a short or long rest, you can forgo gaining a Hibernation point to give them temporary hit points equal to your level plus your bonus with Cook’s Utensils.
Volcanic Resilience. You have resistance to fire damage.
Heart of a Survivalist. You can complete a long rest in 6 hours if you spend at least 4 of them sleeping, and you can expend one Hibernation point as a bonus action to gain temporary hit points equal to twice your level, which last for one minute.
Scavenger’s Resilience. You have resistance to poison damage and advantage on saving throws to avoid or end diseases.
Heart of a Revenant. You learn the Chill Touch cantrip, choosing any ability score as its spellcasting ability. Whenever you expend a Hibernation point as a bonus action, you can cast Chill Touch or make one weapon attack as part of the same bonus action.
Frigid Resilience. You have resistance to cold damage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Copied and soon to be pasted so I'll have this always. Love Darkest Dungeon, deserves more love, especially the Black Reliquary fan game and the second game, so good. Anyway, good to see you Baalze.*
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 to go to counseling in a bit, but it's good to see you too. What do you think of the species? I think it's relatively balanced, meaning not especially weak or strong in this case.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have to say I like it, but I'm biased for you, and it would be difficult for me to take a nonbiased stance on the matter. Hope the counseling goes well, I hope you are well, and become better my friend.*
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.)
*Gooooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
The Architect is in a chamber deep underneath the central art gallery of the Faceless Fair, tending to a cylindrical glass tank as big as she is at the room's center with a supporting metal framework around it any myriad tubes that connect to it from the floor. Various gauges adorn the sides of the vessel, meant to monitor a myriad of different factors suggesting the tank will eventually contain liquid. At the moment, the only thing inside the glass container are dozens and dozens of little off-white spheres of porcelain, each no larger than a marble, entirely covering the bottom of the vessel.
Helianth has amassed even more power- some of it from the stars it's been collecting, and some of it from the butchered essences of the quasi-deities and angels of the stars that attacked the crooked consumer of light in a pitiful attempt to stop it. It's grown even larger, its bent and twisted form standing at around nine meters high, though if it were to fully straighten itself out, it would be nearly double that. Its serrated rings of jagged metal and bone petals now bear tiny motes of light all around them- eyes. It's consumed more and more... and yet, strangely enough... it's hungrier than it's ever been before. It is currently outside the Spelljammer, gathering light as it thinks of something.
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)
*Good morning, my favorite Yvonne, oh how I have missed you so. I'm doing well enough.*
Tim has changed ever slightly, remaining the same in essence, but was able to change themselves to where they give off a little bit of light from the crack tattoos, golden brighter than the suns. He sits down, reading from his book, he's still sad, but less so with his parent/guardian.
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.)
*Greetings to you as well, my wonderful Jester. Good to hear you're doing alright.*
The angel of emptiness slithers over and roots itself into the soil beside him, internally worried about something, but more focused on its son. "Hello again, Tim. How are you feeling today?"
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)
*I am back after talking about Felix to my counselor for almost an hour.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Sounds like a very interesting conversation worth having.*
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.)
*How are you doing, Former Queen?*
He looks up to them, his eyes glowing with that new internal brightness, thinking for a moment before saying "Better... I guess... you seem worried, why?" He asks, closing his magic book, getting worried as a byproduct.
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'm doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible.*
"That's good. I'm happy to hear you're doing better." It responds, silent for a while after as it thinks of how to answer his question. "...My hunger has gotten worse lately, despite my efforts to quell it. It was a constant pain before, but now... it's more like a compulsion."
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)
*And in such ways we are the same, how wonderful.*
He thinks about what they said for a very long time, opening his book back up and going to a blank page, as if without thinking he begins to write something, drawing symbols and words with chalk, complex and new, beginning to shine with a bit of radiant power.
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 crooked flower watches him work, curious as to what he's planning. Though, upon seeing the glow of his radiant power, it's hard for it to think of anything else other than consuming it. It manages to stop itself, but it's worried it may not be able to should its curse strengthen further.
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)
Divine power seems to be... not being infused into the spell but forming there itself, a flickering orb beginning to form above the paper, growing in power with each passing moment as if Tim had made it to be that's intention. He takes the orb, holding the flickering ball, seemingly praying that this will help.
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.)
"What... is that? How did you do that?" It asks, having never seen magic like this before, even from other beings of such power. It roots itself deeper into the earth, as if afraid it will lose control and lunge forward at the orb to devour it.
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 continues to walk closer to them, though the flames of the orb seem to begin burning his hands, causing him to begin crying, the glow from his cracks and eyes fade to nothing as he sticks the orb into their chest, his divine aura entirely gone. He doesn't answer their questions, but it's obvious the answer.
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.)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
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)