*Good morning. I have an appointment with a doctor later today about sleep study so ill be gone around 1:00 o'clock Eastern time*
*Morning, I have school, so I'll be on around 3:30 EST*
*Go study then :)*
*Meh, I'm doing fine without studying, gpa is around 3-4 un weighted
*Take from a dude who almost didn't pass high school, study when you have the chance and pay attention in classes.*
*Study what? We just ended all of our subjects in most of my classes. Biology? Just starting genetics, which I have a lot of experience with. Math? Graphs, rise over run stuff, easy. Spanish? Ok mabey I should study a bit more for the exam. History? Just finished classical era. I could go on and on, but. Doing good in my classes Lawrence, my school is small enough that we can get individualized help for difficult problems*
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren flips off the half-elf. "Pleasure."
"Theren!" Galax is shocked but bahamut waves him off
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren flips off the half-elf. "Pleasure."
"Theren!" Galax is shocked but bahamut waves him off
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren flips off the half-elf. "Pleasure."
"Theren!" Galax is shocked but bahamut waves him off
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last theren"
"Yeah, we'll see."
"I've heard... Many great things about you" he says, casting a glance at Galax, who is blusing
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 23 cold damage)
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
Theren flips off the half-elf. "Pleasure."
"Theren!" Galax is shocked but bahamut waves him off
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last theren"
"Yeah, we'll see."
"I've heard... Many great things about you" he says, casting a glance at Galax, who is blusing
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
*Mornin peeps*
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
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Theren: a platinum glowing spear of energy hurls out of the woods and impails a cultist *passive damage is definitely enough to kill*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
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The cultists turn and start to dissappear one by one.
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*okay.... I just want you to succeed :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Galax walks out of the woods, accompanied by a half elf monk. 9 golden Canary's fly around
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren is stuck to a tree by a sword. Words are carved into his chest. "Some party eh?"
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Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"You're such an idiot" Galax says pulling theren from the teee and healing his wounds "theren, this is bahamut" Galax gestures to the monk " bahamut, theren"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren flips off the half-elf. "Pleasure."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Theren!" Galax is shocked but bahamut waves him off
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last theren"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah, we'll see."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Con for cultists: 11
Con for The Silent One: 9
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"I've heard... Many great things about you" he says, casting a glance at Galax, who is blusing
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 23 cold damage)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren shrugs. "Yeah, yeah. Get the [1GP] point."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde