Miria is outside the tavern surrounded by destroyed pieces of old clone armor
The halfling sighs, surveying the damage. "Well at least you are keeping your skills sharp." They say, wearily before sitting down on the grass. "How have you been?"
Miria looks up "better. i had this weird feeling that a god attacked me though"
"Mmm... Was he bright and radient?" They ask, slightly confused but glad Helios is doing better
"A cat-bird thing. Okay. I can work with that..." They lower their hood revealing themself to be a human. "Are you whats talking to me?"
They nod, offering a paw to shake
"Well, pleasant to meet you." They shake its paw, causing that hand to turn into a similarly colored paw. They pull back, "Oh! Uh, sorry about that. Kinda hard to explain."
They tilt their head, waiting patiently
*Do they have truesight?*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Miria is outside the tavern surrounded by destroyed pieces of old clone armor
The halfling sighs, surveying the damage. "Well at least you are keeping your skills sharp." They say, wearily before sitting down on the grass. "How have you been?"
Miria looks up "better. i had this weird feeling that a god attacked me though"
"Mmm... Was he bright and radient?" They ask, slightly confused but glad Miria is doing better
"yep"
"Huh, might of been my patron, well that is awkward. How goes sword practice?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Miria is outside the tavern surrounded by destroyed pieces of old clone armor
The halfling sighs, surveying the damage. "Well at least you are keeping your skills sharp." They say, wearily before sitting down on the grass. "How have you been?"
Miria looks up "better. i had this weird feeling that a god attacked me though"
"Mmm... Was he bright and radient?" They ask, slightly confused but glad Miria is doing better
"yep"
"Huh, might of been my patron, well that is awkward. How goes sword practice?"
"A cat-bird thing. Okay. I can work with that..." They lower their hood revealing themself to be a human. "Are you whats talking to me?"
They nod, offering a paw to shake
"Well, pleasant to meet you." They shake its paw, causing that hand to turn into a similarly colored paw. They pull back, "Oh! Uh, sorry about that. Kinda hard to explain."
They tilt their head, waiting patiently
*Do they have truesight?*
*No*
"Well uhm, anything living I touch I can alter parts of myself to be like. Sometimes I can even change things like my basic composition, amount of limbs, bioluminescence, and... Oh, sorry I was rambling wasn't I?"
Sure! Yossele is barely affected by the demonic energies. Normally he would gain temporary HP and a strength boost, but Immutable Form stands in the way of that. Rend tests the dexterity of Yossele's hands before putting on Clarify.
"I would say I understand that, but I don't think I can." He takes a bite out of his apple.
Douxgras smiles, then begins chanting in Netherese.
*Normal flesh golem states save for 20 in wis and 16 in int* The golem responds to their commands. Meroving/Annie walks over. "How does it handle?"
"When it was explained to me, it was like a being so massive, it could not be contained within one reality."
Throden waits, as Ihtros studies the ritual Arcana:11
"Fine indeed. Where did you get such a companion? Surely a living blade could not make such an exquisite golem by itself."
"So... like a great one, sort of?"
The ritual is of a magical style completely alien to Ihtros. A shadowy spirit enters the golem, which begins to stretch. It examines itself and seems satisfied.
Rend and Clarify (a sentient pig splitter made of demon flesh and a ring filled with blood, respectively) are lying out in the sun on a large rock, emanating Abyssal energy.
A curious figure in dark crimson robes, face hidden from the light approaches it.
The artifacts look almost sickening, glistening in the light, covered in grease. However, such an unscrupulous character is likely not bothered by such things.
They lightly tap it, them recoil their gloved hand. "That doesn't seem like it should be here..." They murmur to themself in a smooth male voice tinted with hints of femininity
For the brief moment their finger touches the hilt, they hear breathing.
They pause, and then reach down and pick it up.
They feel the Abyssal energy coursing through them. It feels magnificent. Turn me over, will you? Wisdom save, pleamse.
Rend and Clarify (a sentient pig splitter made of demon flesh and a ring filled with blood, respectively) are lying out in the sun on a large rock, emanating Abyssal energy.
A curious figure in dark crimson robes, face hidden from the light approaches it.
The artifacts look almost sickening, glistening in the light, covered in grease. However, such an unscrupulous character is likely not bothered by such things.
They lightly tap it, them recoil their gloved hand. "That doesn't seem like it should be here..." They murmur to themself in a smooth male voice tinted with hints of femininity
For the brief moment their finger touches the hilt, they hear breathing.
They pause, and then reach down and pick it up.
They feel the Abyssal energy coursing through them. It feels magnificent. Turn me over, will you? Wisdom save, pleamse.
A distressing noise fills the air, like a siren or a beacon. It is loud and screeching, flaring on and off. A ship or sorts comes into view in the skies above. It is large and made from white and silver metals. It crashes in the forest, a mountain amongst the trees. Nothing has time to react to whatever this was or is crashing down like a meteor.
Once the dust, debris, and fires settle, it simply sits there. The alarm slowly dies as a shipwreck lies there.
Rend and Clarify (a sentient pig splitter made of demon flesh and a ring filled with blood, respectively) are lying out in the sun on a large rock, emanating Abyssal energy.
A curious figure in dark crimson robes, face hidden from the light approaches it.
The artifacts look almost sickening, glistening in the light, covered in grease. However, such an unscrupulous character is likely not bothered by such things.
They lightly tap it, them recoil their gloved hand. "That doesn't seem like it should be here..." They murmur to themself in a smooth male voice tinted with hints of femininity
For the brief moment their finger touches the hilt, they hear breathing.
They pause, and then reach down and pick it up.
They feel the Abyssal energy coursing through them. It feels magnificent. Turn me over, will you? Wisdom save, pleamse.
They lightly tap it, them recoil their gloved hand. "That doesn't seem like it should be here..." They murmur to themself in a smooth male voice tinted with hints of femininity
For the brief moment their finger touches the hilt, they hear breathing.
They pause, and then reach down and pick it up.
They feel the Abyssal energy coursing through them. It feels magnificent. Turn me over, will you? Wisdom save, pleamse.
10
They attempt to turn it over.
Until they stop touching Rend, their strength is 24 and they gain temporary HP equal to their level (or CR) x3 at the start of each of their turns. However, they cannot willingly put down the cleaver and must obey its commands. The power is overwhelming. (Think of this as possession, but you have slightly more agency)
Ah, the sunlight feels so nice. They don't have that in the Abyss. I am Rend, God of Pigs. Who are you?
"yep"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
They tilt their head, waiting patiently
*Do they have truesight?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Huh, might of been my patron, well that is awkward. How goes sword practice?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*GTG, brb*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"they are LIGHTSABERS!"
*bye*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*IM BACK :D*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*No*
"Well uhm, anything living I touch I can alter parts of myself to be like. Sometimes I can even change things like my basic composition, amount of limbs, bioluminescence, and... Oh, sorry I was rambling wasn't I?"
"Fine indeed. Where did you get such a companion? Surely a living blade could not make such an exquisite golem by itself."
"So... like a great one, sort of?"
The ritual is of a magical style completely alien to Ihtros. A shadowy spirit enters the golem, which begins to stretch. It examines itself and seems satisfied.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They feel the Abyssal energy coursing through them. It feels magnificent. Turn me over, will you? Wisdom save, pleamse.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Der Wendygoo!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
20
They attempt to turn it over.
*hi*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A distressing noise fills the air, like a siren or a beacon. It is loud and screeching, flaring on and off. A ship or sorts comes into view in the skies above. It is large and made from white and silver metals. It crashes in the forest, a mountain amongst the trees. Nothing has time to react to whatever this was or is crashing down like a meteor.
Once the dust, debris, and fires settle, it simply sits there. The alarm slowly dies as a shipwreck lies there.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Prowl slinks over to them
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*MY FRIEND >:)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Until they stop touching Rend, their strength is 24 and they gain temporary HP equal to their level (or CR) x3 at the start of each of their turns. However, they cannot willingly put down the cleaver and must obey its commands. The power is overwhelming. (Think of this as possession, but you have slightly more agency)
Ah, the sunlight feels so nice. They don't have that in the Abyss. I am Rend, God of Pigs. Who are you?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*open chars Wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
*ABALONE FRIEND*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*come on guys. i just want to rp. stop ignoring me*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues