"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"The why do you smell like a dead thing?"
Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
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A majority of those hit, except for the nine, the creature is looking more ragged as it roars at her, attacking with its claws likely one last time:
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
*Dang I'm stupid, I gotta reroll the damage of her last attack real quick, because I made it a d20 by accident* 4
Only the second one manages to hit her, scratching along her arm. She swings her axes on their chains, spinning like a tornado into three attacks. *The two-weapon thing again, to explain the third attack.*
18 to hit, 6 damage
26 to hit, 6 damage *+7 damage on a crit*
20 to hit, 7 damage
The last attack smashes the beasts head, knocking it to the ground as blood drips into the grass
Mirinn stands over it, breathing heavily. After she's calmed down and caught her breath, she walks around it and chops it's tail off for proof of elimination.
It twitches as she walks, but it definatly seems almost completely dead. As she removes it's tail, she gets the sense that she should keep her guard up still.
She freezes, holding the tail in her hand, and looking up and down at the length of the creature, trying to discern if it is still alive or not.
Perception: 19
This creature is dead, yes. She does still feel like she's being watched however
She carefully stands up, tucking the tail into her coat, then turns to start heading back to the tavern.
A couple of steps foward, she hears something thump into the ground, followed by the sound of bones snapping
She stops and slowly turns to the direction it comes from.
She sees what kinda looks like a more humanoid shape, currently tearing pieces off of the manticore's body and eating it
She pulls out her axes and gets back into a fighting stance.
Initiative: 8
The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 16
A majority of those hit, except for the nine, the creature is looking more ragged as it roars at her, attacking with its claws likely one last time:
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
*Dang I'm stupid, I gotta reroll the damage of her last attack real quick, because I made it a d20 by accident* 4
Only the second one manages to hit her, scratching along her arm. She swings her axes on their chains, spinning like a tornado into three attacks. *The two-weapon thing again, to explain the third attack.*
18 to hit, 6 damage
26 to hit, 6 damage *+7 damage on a crit*
20 to hit, 7 damage
The last attack smashes the beasts head, knocking it to the ground as blood drips into the grass
Mirinn stands over it, breathing heavily. After she's calmed down and caught her breath, she walks around it and chops it's tail off for proof of elimination.
It twitches as she walks, but it definatly seems almost completely dead. As she removes it's tail, she gets the sense that she should keep her guard up still.
She freezes, holding the tail in her hand, and looking up and down at the length of the creature, trying to discern if it is still alive or not.
Perception: 19
This creature is dead, yes. She does still feel like she's being watched however
She carefully stands up, tucking the tail into her coat, then turns to start heading back to the tavern.
A couple of steps foward, she hears something thump into the ground, followed by the sound of bones snapping
She stops and slowly turns to the direction it comes from.
She sees what kinda looks like a more humanoid shape, currently tearing pieces off of the manticore's body and eating it
She pulls out her axes and gets back into a fighting stance.
Initiative: 8
The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 11
She stands there and watches it, waiting for it's first move.
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As the group goes upstairs to rest in their rooms, the leader stays behind.
He slumps over, losing any semblance of confidence or strength. The man orders a stiff drink and lays his face on the table.
Archon watches and chuckles.
"Please don't do that," comes the man's soft voice as he puts his hands on the sides of his helmet. "Your laughter grates."
"Then go away to another room" Archon said
He rubs his "faceplate." "Just who on earth do you think you are? I've traveled for miles on the backs of ghouls to get to relative safety. I'm not taking one extra step until I at least get myself a drink."
"The you must suffer as i laugh at your tiredness"
"Silence. I've worked too hard to be disrespected by someone who has no idea of what they speak of. You say that I am 'tired.' I am at the human limit of exhaustion. The physical, anatomical limit of how far a living creature may go without rest. I have survived a city tearing itself apart and then reanimating as horrors beyond the limit that humans can perceive without dying of terror. I have led my flock to safety on the false pretense that I am invulnerable and holy. I don't feel like being bullied by a maggot that just crawled out of its own filth today, thank you."
His tone of voice hasn't changed since the beginning of the conversation.
"Like. I. Care." Archon hissed "And like you said, you have no idea that you really should not speak to me like that"
"I'm not afraid of you. I've cut deals with star spawn. I've tasted the most wretched, hellish, perverted nightmares that mankind has. I've watched families kill each other by tooth and nail out of paranoia and nothing more. After seeing and feeling the limits of terror, and making a close ally of a creature that is, in the most literal sense, darker than you can possibly imagine... I don't think I really care about what you think you can do to me."
"and im watching you ramble on about things i have no intrest in" Archon said
"Congratulations. You've never been to Rotford, and you have no care to. Now make another feeble attempt to offend me and be silenced."
"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"The why do you smell like a dead thing?"
Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
"Please answer"
"One unanswered question is met with another unanswered question, friend."
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A majority of those hit, except for the nine, the creature is looking more ragged as it roars at her, attacking with its claws likely one last time:
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
*Dang I'm stupid, I gotta reroll the damage of her last attack real quick, because I made it a d20 by accident* 4
Only the second one manages to hit her, scratching along her arm. She swings her axes on their chains, spinning like a tornado into three attacks. *The two-weapon thing again, to explain the third attack.*
18 to hit, 6 damage
26 to hit, 6 damage *+7 damage on a crit*
20 to hit, 7 damage
The last attack smashes the beasts head, knocking it to the ground as blood drips into the grass
Mirinn stands over it, breathing heavily. After she's calmed down and caught her breath, she walks around it and chops it's tail off for proof of elimination.
It twitches as she walks, but it definatly seems almost completely dead. As she removes it's tail, she gets the sense that she should keep her guard up still.
She freezes, holding the tail in her hand, and looking up and down at the length of the creature, trying to discern if it is still alive or not.
Perception: 19
This creature is dead, yes. She does still feel like she's being watched however
She carefully stands up, tucking the tail into her coat, then turns to start heading back to the tavern.
A couple of steps foward, she hears something thump into the ground, followed by the sound of bones snapping
She stops and slowly turns to the direction it comes from.
She sees what kinda looks like a more humanoid shape, currently tearing pieces off of the manticore's body and eating it
She pulls out her axes and gets back into a fighting stance.
Initiative: 8
The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 11
She stands there and watches it, waiting for it's first move.
As it swallows another chunk of the deceased manticore, a large scorpions tails grows out of their tailbone, though it seems different than the one she cut off of the manticore. It then move 50 ft towards her, attempting the spartan kick her:
Attack: 31 Damage: 16 bludeoning, and if she's hit she is pushed back 5 ft
As the group goes upstairs to rest in their rooms, the leader stays behind.
He slumps over, losing any semblance of confidence or strength. The man orders a stiff drink and lays his face on the table.
Archon watches and chuckles.
"Please don't do that," comes the man's soft voice as he puts his hands on the sides of his helmet. "Your laughter grates."
"Then go away to another room" Archon said
He rubs his "faceplate." "Just who on earth do you think you are? I've traveled for miles on the backs of ghouls to get to relative safety. I'm not taking one extra step until I at least get myself a drink."
"The you must suffer as i laugh at your tiredness"
"Silence. I've worked too hard to be disrespected by someone who has no idea of what they speak of. You say that I am 'tired.' I am at the human limit of exhaustion. The physical, anatomical limit of how far a living creature may go without rest. I have survived a city tearing itself apart and then reanimating as horrors beyond the limit that humans can perceive without dying of terror. I have led my flock to safety on the false pretense that I am invulnerable and holy. I don't feel like being bullied by a maggot that just crawled out of its own filth today, thank you."
His tone of voice hasn't changed since the beginning of the conversation.
"Like. I. Care." Archon hissed "And like you said, you have no idea that you really should not speak to me like that"
"I'm not afraid of you. I've cut deals with star spawn. I've tasted the most wretched, hellish, perverted nightmares that mankind has. I've watched families kill each other by tooth and nail out of paranoia and nothing more. After seeing and feeling the limits of terror, and making a close ally of a creature that is, in the most literal sense, darker than you can possibly imagine... I don't think I really care about what you think you can do to me."
"and im watching you ramble on about things i have no intrest in" Archon said
"Congratulations. You've never been to Rotford, and you have no care to. Now make another feeble attempt to offend me and be silenced."
Archon casually raises a rude gesture at them
"I'm sorry, I've had a bad couple of months. I don't mean to be ruder than I have to be." He casts Silence and waits for his drink to arrive.
A yellow colored Yuan-ti abomination slithers in from the street
A young pale green tiefling is working with a huge plant which is made up purple vines and blue flowers. A large winter wolf sits besides him, it seems to be napping. The tiefling wears a light white sweater with a knee-high black skirt.
"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"The why do you smell like a dead thing?"
Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
"Please answer"
"One unanswered question is met with another unanswered question, friend."
The eyes suddenly turn back to a red color as Archon leers forward "Answer."
A majority of those hit, except for the nine, the creature is looking more ragged as it roars at her, attacking with its claws likely one last time:
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
*Dang I'm stupid, I gotta reroll the damage of her last attack real quick, because I made it a d20 by accident* 4
Only the second one manages to hit her, scratching along her arm. She swings her axes on their chains, spinning like a tornado into three attacks. *The two-weapon thing again, to explain the third attack.*
18 to hit, 6 damage
26 to hit, 6 damage *+7 damage on a crit*
20 to hit, 7 damage
The last attack smashes the beasts head, knocking it to the ground as blood drips into the grass
Mirinn stands over it, breathing heavily. After she's calmed down and caught her breath, she walks around it and chops it's tail off for proof of elimination.
It twitches as she walks, but it definatly seems almost completely dead. As she removes it's tail, she gets the sense that she should keep her guard up still.
She freezes, holding the tail in her hand, and looking up and down at the length of the creature, trying to discern if it is still alive or not.
Perception: 19
This creature is dead, yes. She does still feel like she's being watched however
She carefully stands up, tucking the tail into her coat, then turns to start heading back to the tavern.
A couple of steps foward, she hears something thump into the ground, followed by the sound of bones snapping
She stops and slowly turns to the direction it comes from.
She sees what kinda looks like a more humanoid shape, currently tearing pieces off of the manticore's body and eating it
She pulls out her axes and gets back into a fighting stance.
Initiative: 8
The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 11
She stands there and watches it, waiting for it's first move.
As it swallows another chunk of the deceased manticore, a large scorpions tails grows out of their tailbone, though it seems different than the one she cut off of the manticore. It then move 50 ft towards her, attempting the spartan kick her:
Attack: 31 Damage: 16 bludeoning, and if she's hit she is pushed back 5 ft
It hits her square in the chest, emitting a cracking sound like some ribs broke. She got sent sliding on her feet 5 feet backwards, coughing up a bit of blood, however she still straightens up and does her attacking routine, slashing at the creature twice, then entering her rage.
22 to hit, 6 damage
24 to hit, 7 damage
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The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 11
She stands there and watches it, waiting for it's first move.
As it swallows another chunk of the deceased manticore, a large scorpions tails grows out of their tailbone, though it seems different than the one she cut off of the manticore. It then move 50 ft towards her, attempting the spartan kick her:
Attack: 31 Damage: 16 bludeoning, and if she's hit she is pushed back 5 ft
"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"The why do you smell like a dead thing?"
Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
"Please answer"
"One unanswered question is met with another unanswered question, friend."
The eyes suddenly turn back to a red color as Archon leers forward "Answer."
Rusty laughed a bit and put a finger up to Archon's mouth, shushing him. "All in due time, friend. Friends do not know everything about each other on the first day."
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"I do not mind at all, underneath that darkness is a personality, after all."
"Mn" he said and messed with his metal glove that looked like claws "Not with him..."
"I'm afraid I will have to be the judge of that, dear Cathetal. By the way, do you like toys?"
"As much as i would like to lie to you and say yes... I cannot lie and tell you no-." he said and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and sniffed the air, he leaned closer to rusty and sniffed him.
"Oh... could you elaborate on what that means?" Rusty looked on as Cathetal sniffed. "Smell something interesting?"
"Death..." he said "By chance are you a nercomancer"
Rusty chuckled. "Oh how useful that would be, but sadly, no, I cannot raise the dead."
"The why do you smell like a dead thing?"
Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
"Please answer"
"One unanswered question is met with another unanswered question, friend."
The eyes suddenly turn back to a red color as Archon leers forward "Answer."
Rusty laughed a bit and put a finger up to Archon's mouth, shushing him. "All in due time, friend. Friends do not know everything about each other on the first day."
Archon narrows his eyes till they are just slits "Stay out of my way" he said and got up.
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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
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*Imma have vivian mess with archon/cathetel and imma have jason check on kelipso.*
*What are they doing?*
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Rusty simply chuckled, slightly ominous.
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The creature looks back at her as she gets into a fighting stance, mostly ignoring her as it eats, but seems to tense up itself: 16
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
A yellow colored Yuan-ti abomination slithers in from the street
She stands there and watches it, waiting for it's first move.
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Archon casually raises a rude gesture at them
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
With Archon full in control, they are outside, slicing tree's as if they were as brittle as crackers.
Kelipso is outside, he is growing what looks like a purple flowering plant.
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
"Please answer"
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
"One unanswered question is met with another unanswered question, friend."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
As it swallows another chunk of the deceased manticore, a large scorpions tails grows out of their tailbone, though it seems different than the one she cut off of the manticore. It then move 50 ft towards her, attempting the spartan kick her:
Attack: 31 Damage: 16 bludeoning, and if she's hit she is pushed back 5 ft
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I'm sorry, I've had a bad couple of months. I don't mean to be ruder than I have to be." He casts Silence and waits for his drink to arrive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young pale green tiefling is working with a huge plant which is made up purple vines and blue flowers. A large winter wolf sits besides him, it seems to be napping. The tiefling wears a light white sweater with a knee-high black skirt.
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
Vivian walks over to them quietly, though to them it seems more like she just appeared a couple feet away, "Whatcha doing?"
Jason walks over and sits down next to him, "Morning."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The eyes suddenly turn back to a red color as Archon leers forward "Answer."
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
It hits her square in the chest, emitting a cracking sound like some ribs broke. She got sent sliding on her feet 5 feet backwards, coughing up a bit of blood, however she still straightens up and does her attacking routine, slashing at the creature twice, then entering her rage.
22 to hit, 6 damage
24 to hit, 7 damage
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*I swear i didn't manipulate that*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Training" Archon said gruffly.
"Morning" Kelipso said and grinned a bit
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
Rusty laughed a bit and put a finger up to Archon's mouth, shushing him. "All in due time, friend. Friends do not know everything about each other on the first day."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The Black Door to the Attic opens once again. The sweet, sapid scent drifts out all the way into the yard.
"Ssshhhhhh... Come to dinner..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Archon narrows his eyes till they are just slits "Stay out of my way" he said and got up.
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