"I'm not telling the story. It's long and was rather traumatizing."
<Fair enough. Would you be interested in my long story though?>
"Sure."
Pch-Ptah takes out a violin and strikes up a slow tune mostly on the D and A strings, keeping the sound solemn yet not grim. <Well, it all starts in the world of Oerth. I don’t know or care who my parents are. My egg was found by svirfneblin in a small pool of warm, fetid Underdark water. They thought it was of some kind of yet-uncharted beastie, and took it back. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I hatched on the way to their town. They didn’t keep me for long, which I didn’t really mind, since thri-kreen mature at around age 2. I had a bow, and that was all I really needed. I managed to make my living hunting critters and foraging. Things were good. But I always wondered if I could find more of my own kind.>
"Wow, quite the journey."
The fiddling becomes a bit happier. <It certainly was. Those were a good few years. And eventually I stumbled across a thri-kreen bivouac. Well, not really stumbled. More beat up several drow to find them. Anyway, as an expatriate (or so one might call it), I needed to prove myself. So I hunted down and tore out the tongue of a quaggoth. After that, I worked as a hunter and brought fresh kills and foraged plants to the bivouac. We moved around, and I got a bit of reputability. O’ course, then I got hooked on mushrooms… but everything was super for a couple seasons…>
He nods, still listening
<Until the folks started going mad.> The fiddling grows slower and darker. <Thri-kreen don’t sleep, so I bet we’da succumbed faster if we were humans or some such species, but… over time, people started changing. Their carapaces got soft and pale. Their limbs decayed. And they started raving in Deep Speech. At that point, I already had my swarm and a few spells. Figured it was just a disease, and I used magic to keep myself clean, but when I went to investigate… there was an aboleth. Don’t know how I got away, but the bloody thing managed to hit me. Musta still been sleeping, but what it considered a swat at a fly was a lethal chest wound to me.>
"Yikes..."
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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.
"I'm not telling the story. It's long and was rather traumatizing."
<Fair enough. Would you be interested in my long story though?>
"Sure."
Pch-Ptah takes out a violin and strikes up a slow tune mostly on the D and A strings, keeping the sound solemn yet not grim. <Well, it all starts in the world of Oerth. I don’t know or care who my parents are. My egg was found by svirfneblin in a small pool of warm, fetid Underdark water. They thought it was of some kind of yet-uncharted beastie, and took it back. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I hatched on the way to their town. They didn’t keep me for long, which I didn’t really mind, since thri-kreen mature at around age 2. I had a bow, and that was all I really needed. I managed to make my living hunting critters and foraging. Things were good. But I always wondered if I could find more of my own kind.>
"Wow, quite the journey."
The fiddling becomes a bit happier. <It certainly was. Those were a good few years. And eventually I stumbled across a thri-kreen bivouac. Well, not really stumbled. More beat up several drow to find them. Anyway, as an expatriate (or so one might call it), I needed to prove myself. So I hunted down and tore out the tongue of a quaggoth. After that, I worked as a hunter and brought fresh kills and foraged plants to the bivouac. We moved around, and I got a bit of reputability. O’ course, then I got hooked on mushrooms… but everything was super for a couple seasons…>
He nods, still listening
<Until the folks started going mad.> The fiddling grows slower and darker. <Thri-kreen don’t sleep, so I bet we’da succumbed faster if we were humans or some such species, but… over time, people started changing. Their carapaces got soft and pale. Their limbs decayed. And they started raving in Deep Speech. At that point, I already had my swarm and a few spells. Figured it was just a disease, and I used magic to keep myself clean, but when I went to investigate… there was an aboleth. Don’t know how I got away, but the bloody thing managed to hit me. Musta still been sleeping, but what it considered a swat at a fly was a lethal chest wound to me.>
"Yikes..."
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
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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.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
"Wow."
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
"Of course. Your story is rather...interesting."
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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.
*hahahahaha weeeeeeeee*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yikes..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(lmao)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I feel sick lmao*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<The wackiest thing is, I didn’t die. The others found me, and my injuries (puncture clean through my torso and missing arm) had grown back, but as the body parts of a crayfish. Even among my people, that’s weird. And I had new spells: arcane spells. Things were different then. Eventually I decided to leave. I wandered alone, eventually coming to the surface by the shores southwest of the Flanaess. I followed the Dunwater River for a spell, and then some sahuagin decided to capture me. Prob’ly woulda starved in the cell if I hadn’t broken out. Turns out I had escaped in the middle of some big naval battle over the sahuagin castle, and then I met the people who’d influence me the most of any.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(do you need help?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Wow."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Mn, na. Probably just need to eat :p *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you don't have any food?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Nah. gotta wait until lunch*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Is that soon for you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
<As they say, the best friends in a jam are insane money-hungry pirates. I befriended a cannibal, a moss stag-chicken-dragon, and two dudes who were either dating or shared a soul, still don’t know. A crab witch cured my crayfish curse, and I was about to start a respectable drug trade when suddenly I’m here. And that’s it.> The fiddling concludes. <Thanks for lettin’ me talk so long, I- Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that crazy sun elf necromancer! He was nice.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good morning my friends, I hope all are well&
*I am currently bleeding out of my face and I don't know why*
*A few hours*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course. Your story is rather...interesting."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh dear..*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Are you okay?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(ouch)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*heya T, you feeling any better?*
*I am unsure, but I haven't been woozy*