The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
"Hey you! Where do ya think you're going?!" Bolan toddles after Kezzolan, his short legs tripping on his robes.
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
He thinks for a moment. “Queen in Red, King in Magenta . . . no, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of the Prince in Yellow.” Kezzolan opens his mouth, and from it emerges a black tendril that writhes and twists into angry knots. It slowly makes its way to the Prince in Yellow, tugging at its robes, probing for secrets.
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
"What the deer c*** is Netheril?"
“. . . Netheril? Y’know, the fantastic nation among the clouds? The epitome of humankind in matters both technological and artistic; the nation that without a doubt suffered in equal parts a quick and brutal downfall? You’re sure you haven’t heard of it, maybe in one of your history books?”
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
He thinks for a moment. “Queen in Red, King in Magenta . . . no, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of the Prince in Yellow.” Kezzolan opens his mouth, and from it emerges a black tendril that writhes and twists into angry knots. It slowly makes its way to the Prince in Yellow, tugging at its robes, probing for secrets.
The creature raises its hand, and a small orb resembling a miniature nebula appears floating in its hand. It flicks it at the tentacles, which explodes on impact with the force of a delayed blast fireball, hitting the tentacle but not Kezzolan.
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
"What the deer c*** is Netheril?"
“. . . Netheril? Y’know, the fantastic nation among the clouds? The epitome of humankind in matters both technological and artistic; the nation that without a doubt suffered in equal parts a quick and brutal downfall? You’re sure you haven’t heard of it, maybe in one of your history books?”
"Books? Who reads books? Nerdy wizards maybe, but not me! That thing" again a dramatic point towards the sun "Tells me all I need to know. you from around here?"
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
He thinks for a moment. “Queen in Red, King in Magenta . . . no, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of the Prince in Yellow.” Kezzolan opens his mouth, and from it emerges a black tendril that writhes and twists into angry knots. It slowly makes its way to the Prince in Yellow, tugging at its robes, probing for secrets.
The creature raises its hand, and a small orb resembling a miniature nebula appears floating in its hand. It flicks it at the tentacles, which explodes on impact with the force of a delayed blast fireball, hitting the tentacle but not Kezzolan.
Kezzolan recoils as if struck. “An aggressive beauty at that . . .”
*gtg, cya around Arch! Maybe we can continue this interaction some other time*
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
"What the deer c*** is Netheril?"
“. . . Netheril? Y’know, the fantastic nation among the clouds? The epitome of humankind in matters both technological and artistic; the nation that without a doubt suffered in equal parts a quick and brutal downfall? You’re sure you haven’t heard of it, maybe in one of your history books?”
"Books? Who reads books? Nerdy wizards maybe, but not me! That thing" again a dramatic point towards the sun "Tells me all I need to know. you from around here?"
The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
He thinks for a moment. “Queen in Red, King in Magenta . . . no, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of the Prince in Yellow.” Kezzolan opens his mouth, and from it emerges a black tendril that writhes and twists into angry knots. It slowly makes its way to the Prince in Yellow, tugging at its robes, probing for secrets.
The creature raises its hand, and a small orb resembling a miniature nebula appears floating in its hand. It flicks it at the tentacles, which explodes on impact with the force of a delayed blast fireball, hitting the tentacle but not Kezzolan.
Kezzolan recoils as if struck. “An aggressive beauty at that . . .”
*gtg, cya around Arch! Maybe we can continue this interaction some other time*
"Hmm. Say, you, ya you. mr eldritch horror over there. What do ya suppose he means by that?"
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
"Hmm. Say, you, ya you. mr eldritch horror over there. What do ya suppose he means by that?"
“The betrayer knows not where they are, or they know not of where they are from. The black stars will beckon them. They always will.”
"Black stars?!" Bolan looks scared for a sec "What kinda phooe is that?"
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
"Hmm. Say, you, ya you. mr eldritch horror over there. What do ya suppose he means by that?"
“The betrayer knows not where they are, or they know not of where they are from. The black stars will beckon them. They always will.”
"Black stars?!" Bolan looks scared for a sec "What kinda phooe is that?"
“Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies. But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.”
"Who in the name of Father Sun is Carcosa?"
*if you want me to turn Boland down a notch, just say so*
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
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The yellow robed horror, after (I’m assuming 51 damage can kill the troopers) killing an entire group of troopers on the battlefield, it puts its silver mask back on and starts crawling towards another group of troopers, stopping 50 feet away to observe them.
Kezzolan claps politely. “Very impressive, Mr. Bogglenoggle.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"its Bolan BoggleNoggle. use the full name or don't address me at all. Who are you?"*I hope this char ain't too obnoxious. I can tone him back if you guys want*
*also, did I forget to mention his voice is very cute and squeaky?*
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
“Oh, my . . . “ Kezzolan is instantly drawn to the creature. “What manner of creative horror are you? You’re a beauty, friend.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Hey you! Where do ya think you're going?!" Bolan toddles after Kezzolan, his short legs tripping on his robes.
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
“I have many, many names, Mr. Bolan Bogglenoggle. But the one you’ll likely recognize is this: I am Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.”
Kezzolan folds his arms, clearly pleased with himself.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Carcosa rejoice, the black stars beckon and I shall answer. The Lost is lost, and must be rebuilt. I am the Prince in Yellow.”
"What the deer c*** is Netheril?"
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
He thinks for a moment. “Queen in Red, King in Magenta . . . no, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of the Prince in Yellow.” Kezzolan opens his mouth, and from it emerges a black tendril that writhes and twists into angry knots. It slowly makes its way to the Prince in Yellow, tugging at its robes, probing for secrets.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“. . . Netheril? Y’know, the fantastic nation among the clouds? The epitome of humankind in matters both technological and artistic; the nation that without a doubt suffered in equal parts a quick and brutal downfall? You’re sure you haven’t heard of it, maybe in one of your history books?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The creature raises its hand, and a small orb resembling a miniature nebula appears floating in its hand. It flicks it at the tentacles, which explodes on impact with the force of a delayed blast fireball, hitting the tentacle but not Kezzolan.
"Books? Who reads books? Nerdy wizards maybe, but not me! That thing" again a dramatic point towards the sun "Tells me all I need to know. you from around here?"
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
Kezzolan recoils as if struck. “An aggressive beauty at that . . .”
*gtg, cya around Arch! Maybe we can continue this interaction some other time*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“I don’t believe so.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*bye!*
*Bye Nothic*
"Hmm. Say, you, ya you. mr eldritch horror over there. What do ya suppose he means by that?"
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
“The betrayer knows not where they are, or they know not of where they are from. The black stars will beckon them. They always will.”
"Black stars?!" Bolan looks scared for a sec "What kinda phooe is that?"
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
“Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies. But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.”
"Who in the name of Father Sun is Carcosa?"
*if you want me to turn Boland down a notch, just say so*
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!