X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Leo is making breakfast while humming to himself. He moves easily around the kitchen, chopping up some red onions and jalapenos.
*Morning buddy.*
One of the mercenaries feels something behind them as ashy smoke fills the air and their lungs. Suddenly, Kazuya's hands grab them by the mouth, the one with the disruptor is thrown into a tree by them, as he begins the prayer.
Ana has already eaten, having grown into a state of inactivity, which she despises but can't do much about considering her pregnancy.
Their lungs filter out the smoke as the other swings for Kazuyas knees. Attack: 26 Damage: 36
Leo smiles softly at her as he cooks
He is hit in the gut, but doesn't react much, taking in a deep, sharp breath as he continues to the prayer. His tebrosis grows as the ash ignites, his fights bursting into flames with two swings. To hit:2331 Damage:14+16 (fire damage) 9+4
The mercenary grunts as hes hit, the fire slowly extinguishing. He swings again. Attack: 20 Damage: 45 The one that was thrown against the tree stands and rips off his burning shirt, showing a completely metal body as he rushes in to tag team. Attack: 26 Damage: 42
Leo continues to hum as he cooks
He takes another breath in, his Tebrosis begins to burn hotter and hotter, more of his flesh turning to ash as the flames on his body increase, taking the blows from both of them, but he doesn't stop swinging, the flames only grow. To hit:1528 Damage:13+2110+12 (Both need to make a DC 18 Wis save or be frightened of Kazuya, oh and if one misses, add +10 to it)
"Leo? What do you think they will look like?" She asks curiously, wondering about their answer.
*I'm working on a fast-food Artificer with a custom subclass.*
*His name is W.L. Fryer, and he owns a small chain of restaurants that use advanced technology and techniques in order to turn discarded whaleflesh into a reasonably delicious food-substitute, which frequently resembles edible material. Comes in various flavors that will delight your low-income housing district, such as: surströmming, sausage, lasagna, "chicken," and mystery.*
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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.
X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Leo is making breakfast while humming to himself. He moves easily around the kitchen, chopping up some red onions and jalapenos.
*Morning buddy.*
One of the mercenaries feels something behind them as ashy smoke fills the air and their lungs. Suddenly, Kazuya's hands grab them by the mouth, the one with the disruptor is thrown into a tree by them, as he begins the prayer.
Ana has already eaten, having grown into a state of inactivity, which she despises but can't do much about considering her pregnancy.
Their lungs filter out the smoke as the other swings for Kazuyas knees. Attack: 26 Damage: 36
Leo smiles softly at her as he cooks
He is hit in the gut, but doesn't react much, taking in a deep, sharp breath as he continues to the prayer. His tebrosis grows as the ash ignites, his fights bursting into flames with two swings. To hit:2331 Damage:14+16 (fire damage) 9+4
The mercenary grunts as hes hit, the fire slowly extinguishing. He swings again. Attack: 20 Damage: 45 The one that was thrown against the tree stands and rips off his burning shirt, showing a completely metal body as he rushes in to tag team. Attack: 26 Damage: 42
Leo continues to hum as he cooks
He takes another breath in, his Tebrosis begins to burn hotter and hotter, more of his flesh turning to ash as the flames on his body increase, taking the blows from both of them, but he doesn't stop swinging, the flames only grow. To hit:2926 Damage:15+3315+23 (Both need to make a DC 18 Wis save or be frightened of Kazuya, oh and if one misses, add +10 to it)
"Leo? What do you think they will look like?" She asks curiously, wondering about their answer.
Wis: 11 WIS: 10
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
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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.'
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
Successes, though the former almost feels like running as the blows rain down on the two of them.
She smiles back at them, "Before or after turning into a lava person?"
They both swing in sync, aiming to take out his knees. Attack: 19 Damage: 42 Attack: 15 Damage: 39
"Before." he says with a light laugh
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:2017 Damage:11+1916+9
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
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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.'
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
Successes, though the former almost feels like running as the blows rain down on the two of them.
She smiles back at them, "Before or after turning into a lava person?"
They both swing in sync, aiming to take out his knees. Attack: 19 Damage: 42 Attack: 15 Damage: 39
"Before." he says with a light laugh
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:2631 Damage:15+1616+16
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
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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.
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
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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.'
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 24 Hit: 30 Hit: 17
Damage: 1076
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
He shrugs, "Tryin' to at least." he chuckles. He stretches his arms out and huffs "Been trying to keep busy."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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He takes another breath in, his Tebrosis begins to burn hotter and hotter, more of his flesh turning to ash as the flames on his body increase, taking the blows from both of them, but he doesn't stop swinging, the flames only grow. To hit:15 28 Damage:13+21 10+12 (Both need to make a DC 18 Wis save or be frightened of Kazuya, oh and if one misses, add +10 to it)
"Leo? What do you think they will look like?" She asks curiously, wondering about their 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.)
*Good morning, everyone*
*I'm working on a fast-food Artificer with a custom subclass.*
*His name is W.L. Fryer, and he owns a small chain of restaurants that use advanced technology and techniques in order to turn discarded whaleflesh into a reasonably delicious food-substitute, which frequently resembles edible material. Comes in various flavors that will delight your low-income housing district, such as: surströmming, sausage, lasagna, "chicken," and mystery.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Wis: 11 WIS: 10
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Successes, though the former almost feels like running as the blows rain down on the two of them.
She smiles back at them, "Before or after turning into a lava person?"
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.)
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
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.)
They both swing in sync, aiming to take out his knees. Attack: 14 Damage: 49 Attack: 11 Damage: 42
"Before." he says with a light laugh
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:20 17 Damage:11+19 16+9
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
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.)
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
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.)
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
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.)
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 24 Hit: 30 Hit: 17
Damage: 10 7 6
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shrugs, "Tryin' to at least." he chuckles. He stretches his arms out and huffs "Been trying to keep busy."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]