Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
They catch each one and attaches then to their belt
"Alright, now for timber."
*Gtg to bed*
"I'll take a health, got any for agility? Or mabey alchemist fire?"
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 19
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 15 damage: 14
Hit: 12 damage: 17
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 22 Damage: 24
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
"I suppose" she said and smiled. "how are you this morning?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
"I suppose" she said and smiled. "how are you this morning?"
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
"I suppose" she said and smiled. "how are you this morning?"
Theren shrugs then winces. "Mostly fine. You?"
She walks over to him and checks over his arm "This will need to be healed before it gets infected." She said and hovered a hand over the wound and casting 6th level heal on it (Gain 70 hp)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
-------------------------------------
Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 22
the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 8 damage: 11
Hit: 26 damage: 8
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 20 Damage: 23
the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
"I suppose" she said and smiled. "how are you this morning?"
Theren shrugs then winces. "Mostly fine. You?"
She walks over to him and checks over his arm "This will need to be healed before it gets infected." She said and hovered a hand over the wound and casting 6th level heal on it (Gain 70 hp)
"I'll take a health, got any for agility? Or mabey alchemist fire?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*good morning freinds*
Galax is decorating the tree
Timber is making sure that no one is trying to kill him or his friends
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*morning peeps. Wont be on much today*
Theren is outside in the woods.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumping.
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Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Galax is decorating the tree
Timber is zooming randomly in the woods
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
An arrow flies out of the trees at the owl bear. Attack: 24 Damage: 17
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The owl bear snarls as its shoulder is pierced by the arrow. Lore looks around quickly before she uses her druidic powers to transform into a grizzly bear. She hurries the deer along, trying to avoid whatever shot the arrow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is a shout in Elvish as Theren jumps out from the trees knocking another arrow. Attack: 16 Damage: 19
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the owl bear rears up and is going to try and attack him. Its going to multi-attack, taking two actions.
Hit: 15 damage: 14
Hit: 12 damage: 17
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren dodges the first attack but the second one shreds his arm. Theren attacks again with his bow. Attack: 22 Damage: 24
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the owlbear drops dead in front of him. Its breathing starts to slow until its lays still before him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren retrieves his arrows while grumbling, not really noticing his torn arm.
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Lore is now by the lake, she is tending to the deer, now in a form similar to the deer.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren stands in the treeline by the lake, his cloak of elvenkind concealing him.
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She nuzzles the two deer before sending them on their way around the lake into a safer area. She stands there a minute before shifting back into her normal form. She brushes off her dress skirt and smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren steps out of the treeline. "Well you have a way with animals."
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"I suppose" she said and smiled. "how are you this morning?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren shrugs then winces. "Mostly fine. You?"
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She walks over to him and checks over his arm "This will need to be healed before it gets infected." She said and hovered a hand over the wound and casting 6th level heal on it (Gain 70 hp)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thanks."
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