Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
DEX: 22
CON: 24
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
DEX: 27
CON: 15
He is able to avoid being forced backwards but he can literally feel her hand gripping in heart. She mutters something like "Too poisoned..."
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
DEX: 27
CON: 15
He is able to avoid being forced backwards but he can literally feel her hand gripping in heart. She mutters something like "Too poisoned..."
He whimpers in pain. "Lore...come back to me...please.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
DEX: 27
CON: 15
He is able to avoid being forced backwards but he can literally feel her hand gripping in heart. She mutters something like "Too poisoned..."
He whimpers in pain. "Lore...come back to me...please.."
The eyes close as she returns, pulling away from Theren. "Sorry.."
Theren is sitting outside in a chair, his eyes are glazed over as he stares off into the distance.
Lance is treating a burned owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple
Lore returns to the tavern. She doesn't look like herself. Veins of darkness run up and over her body, multiple eyes opened on her face made of orbs of black, her horns crooked and jagged. She drags her scythe through the cold dirt.
Theren sees her and shakily stands, walking to her
She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
DEX: 27
CON: 15
He is able to avoid being forced backwards but he can literally feel her hand gripping in heart. She mutters something like "Too poisoned..."
He whimpers in pain. "Lore...come back to me...please.."
The eyes close as she returns, pulling away from Theren. "Sorry.."
He lets out a sigh. "W-what was that?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, Theren has granted me permission to have Raphael divinely intervene against the clones. I know Baal has expressed interest in Sytosc participating, along with Wendigo's Tobias. Alaric will also probably participate via Kyes. I am going to create a PM to organize this all. Anyone else who has expressed interest but I have forgotten please tell me*
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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
Sushi walks over, "Morning, you looking to get recruited?" she sighs, "I assume yeah, I need a name to start us off."
"Tristan Finch." He grins and offers a hand to shake.
She smiles back and shakes his hand, "Ok, how about noticeable heists, special traits, and your goals or ideology."
"I've stolen records from the Vault of Golden Commerce and a wizard's spellbook from the Vault of sages." He taps his index finger on his chin. "Special traits... I guess I have a knack for getting into small spaces, and no real important goals. I am looking for somebody, though."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I've stolen records from the Vault of Golden Commerce and a wizard's spellbook from the Vault of sages." He taps his index finger on his chin. "Special traits... I guess I have a knack for getting into small spaces, and no real important goals. I am looking for somebody, though."
"interesting." Sushi pulls a pen and notepad from a mini portal noting this all down, "We're gonna skip who recommended you, and I'm going to assume you want to join the main thieves' guild branch?"
"I've stolen records from the Vault of Golden Commerce and a wizard's spellbook from the Vault of sages." He taps his index finger on his chin. "Special traits... I guess I have a knack for getting into small spaces, and no real important goals. I am looking for somebody, though."
"interesting." Sushi pulls a pen and notepad from a mini portal noting this all down, "We're gonna skip who recommended you, and I'm going to assume you want to join the main thieves' guild branch?"
Finch looks in mild surprise at the portal. "Are there other branches?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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She doesn't seem to notice him and walks right past him.
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
He grabs her arm. "lore..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tristan waves.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Lore snaps around, his arm suddenly turning ethereal as she places her hand through Theren's chest. (I am going to need a DEX save followed by a CON save)
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
They nod. "Follow me, friend." They state, setting the cherub down and motioning them to follow
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
DEX: 22
CON: 24
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is able to avoid being forced backwards but he can literally feel her hand gripping in heart. She mutters something like "Too poisoned..."
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
The music has stopped once more. The monsters, disappointed, look like they're done searching for now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He whimpers in pain. "Lore...come back to me...please.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sushi walks over, "Morning, you looking to get recruited?" she sighs, "I assume yeah, I need a name to start us off."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Tristan Finch." He grins and offers a hand to shake.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Where's this?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The eyes close as she returns, pulling away from Theren. "Sorry.."
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
He lets out a sigh. "W-what was that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles back and shakes his hand, "Ok, how about noticeable heists, special traits, and your goals or ideology."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Okay, Theren has granted me permission to have Raphael divinely intervene against the clones. I know Baal has expressed interest in Sytosc participating, along with Wendigo's Tobias. Alaric will also probably participate via Kyes. I am going to create a PM to organize this all. Anyone else who has expressed interest but I have forgotten please tell me*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I've stolen records from the Vault of Golden Commerce and a wizard's spellbook from the Vault of sages." He taps his index finger on his chin. "Special traits... I guess I have a knack for getting into small spaces, and no real important goals. I am looking for somebody, though."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Flint climbs out of a nearby manhole
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"interesting." Sushi pulls a pen and notepad from a mini portal noting this all down, "We're gonna skip who recommended you, and I'm going to assume you want to join the main thieves' guild branch?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Finch looks in mild surprise at the portal. "Are there other branches?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.