Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*I'm doing great :D*
*How're you?*
*I dunno who to use, but heres my characters:*
Isaac is vibing in the main
Avery is sitting with timber
The new man spots someone staring at them
The knight stares back, eyes focused on them.
Xan is annoying Isaac.
The person lets out a scared squeak and hides behind a pillar
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 20 Damage: 43
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
*Ok*
"ITS THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO!"
Theren groans as some of the wounds heal.
"WELL THEN, IM NOT LETTING YOU STAY HERE" he yells and casts teleport on Phoenix, sending him back inside the tavern.
The Myconid looks at Lore and speaks telepathically to her. She nods and sets Theren down "Hey.. are you alright?" she askes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
--------------------------------
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
*Ok*
"ITS THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO!"
Theren groans as some of the wounds heal.
"WELL THEN, IM NOT LETTING YOU STAY HERE" he yells and casts teleport on Phoenix, sending him back inside the tavern.
The Myconid looks at Lore and speaks telepathically to her. She nods and sets Theren down "Hey.. are you alright?" she askes
Phoenix grumbles and rushes back outside with his combat knife drawn.
Theren focuses on her. "Lore....the Nameless God....he...."
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
*Ok*
"ITS THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO!"
Theren groans as some of the wounds heal.
"WELL THEN, IM NOT LETTING YOU STAY HERE" he yells and casts teleport on Phoenix, sending him back inside the tavern.
The Myconid looks at Lore and speaks telepathically to her. She nods and sets Theren down "Hey.. are you alright?" she askes
Phoenix grumbles and rushes back outside with his combat knife drawn.
Theren focuses on her. "Lore....the Nameless God....he...."
(Imma need Initave roll) Jack: 15 Chain devil: 19
"Where" she asked "what happened?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 29 Damage: 45
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
*Ok*
"ITS THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO!"
Theren groans as some of the wounds heal.
"WELL THEN, IM NOT LETTING YOU STAY HERE" he yells and casts teleport on Phoenix, sending him back inside the tavern.
The Myconid looks at Lore and speaks telepathically to her. She nods and sets Theren down "Hey.. are you alright?" she askes
Phoenix grumbles and rushes back outside with his combat knife drawn.
Theren focuses on her. "Lore....the Nameless God....he...."
(Imma need Initave roll) Jack: 15 Chain devil: 19
"Where" she asked "what happened?"
15
"He....he's back....I dunno how....." Theren says he then lets out a sob. "He killed.....he killed Thorin...."
"E...even if you're the imposter or not, are you ok?"
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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*(*.)0(*.)*
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
--------------------------------
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm not the imposter...and i'm kinda ok."
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The person lets out a scared squeak and hides behind a pillar
Isaac boops xan
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*HOW ARE YA!!!*
Phoenix grabs jacks shoulder. "What the [1GP] are you doing?!"
Theren stumbles to where they are, he clearly doesn't know where he is and is talking in infernal to himself.
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The Knight goes back to muttering to himself.
Xan chuckles and bites his ear.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!*
"IM TRYING TO HANDLE SOMETHING" he said and quickly casted misty step to get them both out of the way in time as the chain devil rammed itself into a tree.
Lore looks up along with her friend as they both tilt their head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry....irl stuff happened...*
Phoenix curses and starts to shoot at the chain devil. Attack: 20 Damage: 43
Theren takes a few stagger steps before falling face first into the ground, bleeding out of multiple wounds.
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*I know just i get worried when people disappear*
"bloody hells!!" Jack snarls and grabs the barrel of the gun "ITS MAGIC, IT CANT BE HURT BY BULLETS!"
Both of them quickly stand up. Lore picks up Theren while the myconid casts 6th level Heal on you (Gain 60 hp)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ok*
"ITS THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO!"
Theren groans as some of the wounds heal.
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"Do you want healing?"
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"WELL THEN, IM NOT LETTING YOU STAY HERE" he yells and casts teleport on Phoenix, sending him back inside the tavern.
The Myconid looks at Lore and speaks telepathically to her. She nods and sets Theren down "Hey.. are you alright?" she askes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It'd be nice..."
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A small joker card is infront of him suddenly
"H-hey!" Isaac mumbles
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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Phoenix grumbles and rushes back outside with his combat knife drawn.
Theren focuses on her. "Lore....the Nameless God....he...."
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The Knight looks at it before setting back down. They set down as well a small bag of powdered silver.
"Take that" he says and chuckles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She rests her palms on his arm, casting cure wounds at 7th level: 38
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The wounds close as Theren groans. "S...the nameless god....he..."
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(Imma need Initave roll) Jack: 15 Chain devil: 19
"Where" she asked "what happened?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
15
"He....he's back....I dunno how....." Theren says he then lets out a sob. "He killed.....he killed Thorin...."
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