They shift into their Solar Form, the small halfling grows into a large ivory white six armed war form. A main of red hair sprouts from their head, as their eyes turn piercing emerald green. Six massive wings appear on their back, burning with zeolous purity. In one of their hands, a firery greatsword, in another a holy longspear.
"I am sacred. Speak." Raphael states, in their Solar Form
*crud missed this, and what i mean is i made two aarakocra characters*
Threksos kneels. “I was set to slay the Ivory Demon, an ancient creature of untold sins. The elders performed a ritual to summon him, and I was in combat, but… now here I stand.”
*It's fine. I think they remember them*
Religion check: 7+14 for Ivory demon Raphael reflects on this, "I bid you stand, Threksos." They state to the Minotaur, before shifting back to their normal halfling form. "Come, let us go up into the light of the daystar, so you might see the surface once more."
*the Ivory Demon, known formally as Riotan, was a minor yet aspirational demon lord taking the form of a massive titanic white viper. It led hordes of mariliths and set to destroy Baphomet.*
”I shall.” Threksos stands, replacing his axe and following the angel.
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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.
They shift into their Solar Form, the small halfling grows into a large ivory white six armed war form. A main of red hair sprouts from their head, as their eyes turn piercing emerald green. Six massive wings appear on their back, burning with zeolous purity. In one of their hands, a firery greatsword, in another a holy longspear.
"I am sacred. Speak." Raphael states, in their Solar Form
*crud missed this, and what i mean is i made two aarakocra characters*
Threksos kneels. “I was set to slay the Ivory Demon, an ancient creature of untold sins. The elders performed a ritual to summon him, and I was in combat, but… now here I stand.”
*It's fine. I think they remember them*
Religion check: 7+14 for Ivory demon Raphael reflects on this, "I bid you stand, Threksos." They state to the Minotaur, before shifting back to their normal halfling form. "Come, let us go up into the light of the daystar, so you might see the surface once more."
*the Ivory Demon, known formally as Riotan, was a minor yet aspirational demon lord taking the form of a massive titanic white viper. It led hordes of mariliths and set to destroy Baphomet.*
”I shall.” Threksos stands, replacing his axe and following the angel.
*Was as in no rumors of its existence recently have been heard?*
Raphael leads them out. "Now, there is an Inn not too far from this place, that I feel might be a good place to rest for a while. How does that sound as a place to travel too, Threksos?"
They shift into their Solar Form, the small halfling grows into a large ivory white six armed war form. A main of red hair sprouts from their head, as their eyes turn piercing emerald green. Six massive wings appear on their back, burning with zeolous purity. In one of their hands, a firery greatsword, in another a holy longspear.
"I am sacred. Speak." Raphael states, in their Solar Form
*crud missed this, and what i mean is i made two aarakocra characters*
Threksos kneels. “I was set to slay the Ivory Demon, an ancient creature of untold sins. The elders performed a ritual to summon him, and I was in combat, but… now here I stand.”
*It's fine. I think they remember them*
Religion check: 7+14 for Ivory demon Raphael reflects on this, "I bid you stand, Threksos." They state to the Minotaur, before shifting back to their normal halfling form. "Come, let us go up into the light of the daystar, so you might see the surface once more."
*the Ivory Demon, known formally as Riotan, was a minor yet aspirational demon lord taking the form of a massive titanic white viper. It led hordes of mariliths and set to destroy Baphomet.*
”I shall.” Threksos stands, replacing his axe and following the angel.
*Was as in no rumors of its existence recently have been heard?*
Raphael leads them out. "Now, there is an Inn not too far from this place, that I feel might be a good place to rest for a while. How does that sound as a place to travel too, Threksos?"
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
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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.
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
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*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
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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.
A man in a gator skin trenchcoat is sitting by the lake. His face is strong but elegant, with sunken blue eyes and blonde hair. A bloody bucket, a fishing spear, and a big game hunting rifle lay on the ground beside him as he stares into the water. He fidgets with the derby hat in his hands, running his fingers over the assorted teeth in the band.
*Welp. Time to mess right round boys.*
Fos pokes her head up from the waters, watching him curiously.
He grips the spear before looking at Fos. He dips the blunt end of the spear in the water. "You're not a humanoid, are ya?"
She waves her little arms in the air, giggling.
*Sorry, had to do something for a campaign*
He sighs. "I'm not gonna jump in with ya, if that's what you want. If you just wanna talk, I'd be dandy with that."
A man in a gator skin trenchcoat is sitting by the lake. His face is strong but elegant, with sunken blue eyes and blonde hair. A bloody bucket, a fishing spear, and a big game hunting rifle lay on the ground beside him as he stares into the water. He fidgets with the derby hat in his hands, running his fingers over the assorted teeth in the band.
*Welp. Time to mess right round boys.*
Fos pokes her head up from the waters, watching him curiously.
He grips the spear before looking at Fos. He dips the blunt end of the spear in the water. "You're not a humanoid, are ya?"
She waves her little arms in the air, giggling.
*Sorry, had to do something for a campaign*
He sighs. "I'm not gonna jump in with ya, if that's what you want. If you just wanna talk, I'd be dandy with that."
*All good mate. Was watching H O C K E Y*
She nods enthusiastically and points at the spear.
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
Raphael chuckles at the idea that gods aren't worshiped. "Sure, whatever you feel works best." They say, before turning to the sun. "You know, that's my God."
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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
*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*
In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"
The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes.
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
Raphael chuckles at the idea that gods aren't worshiped. "Sure, whatever you feel works best." They say, before turning to the sun. "You know, that's my God."
Threksos is silent. A faint wind blows. “The world has changed so much. I wonder what I have gotten into. What happened to the demon? Was I deceived by the elders?”
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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.
*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*
In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"
The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes.
Efflorence is in the stands, watching the game with a smile on his face
*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*
In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"
The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes.
Efflorence is in the stands, watching the game with a smile on his face
A man with the red jersey branded with the number 17 and the name "Michaels" skates past. He rams himself into a man who was about to steal a little black disc from another player.
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
Raphael chuckles at the idea that gods aren't worshiped. "Sure, whatever you feel works best." They say, before turning to the sun. "You know, that's my God."
Threksos is silent. A faint wind blows. “The world has changed so much. I wonder what I have gotten into. What happened to the demon? Was I deceived by the elders?”
"I have not heard of the Ivory Demon being active, so take of that what you will. It should be forewarned that I am but 2 years old, so I rely on knowledge given to me." They explain, standing with the minotaur. "Um... did the blood war exist during your life?"
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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
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
The Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
Raphael chuckles at the idea that gods aren't worshiped. "Sure, whatever you feel works best." They say, before turning to the sun. "You know, that's my God."
Threksos is silent. A faint wind blows. “The world has changed so much. I wonder what I have gotten into. What happened to the demon? Was I deceived by the elders?”
"I have not heard of the Ivory Demon being active, so take of that what you will. It should be forewarned that I am but 2 years old, so I rely on knowledge given to me." They explain, standing with the minotaur. "Um... did the blood war exist during your life?"
“It always exists. It has never begun nor ended.”
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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.
*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*
In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"
The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes.
Greg, one of the towns folk, is watching the ice skaters
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*the Ivory Demon, known formally as Riotan, was a minor yet aspirational demon lord taking the form of a massive titanic white viper. It led hordes of mariliths and set to destroy Baphomet.*
”I shall.” Threksos stands, replacing his axe and following the angel.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Canadian football which is based on American football, which is based in rugby*
*Was as in no rumors of its existence recently have been heard?*
Raphael leads them out. "Now, there is an Inn not too far from this place, that I feel might be a good place to rest for a while. How does that sound as a place to travel too, Threksos?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yep. Evidently, Riotan fell into some kind of slumber, as its layer ever so slowly grew smaller.*
Threksos looks shocked. “…my people… cheering my name. Leaving me offerings. How did I get so lost from them?”
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 Angel/halfling gives them a pat on the shoulder. "Time will do that. If you find they find you worth, the followers of my God might offer to you as people did in the times before." Raphael offers, as they rearrive at the well
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*H o c k e y*
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
*Besides me and Jobah, anyone else on here?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“I carry my own rites and worship. I doubt my gods are still worshiped… but my faith is strong. So strong. Perhaps they shall live still.” Threksos looks to the sun, contemplative.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry, had to do something for a campaign*
He sighs. "I'm not gonna jump in with ya, if that's what you want. If you just wanna talk, I'd be dandy with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*HACKEY*
*All good mate. Was watching H O C K E Y*
She nods enthusiastically and points at the spear.
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
*hONKEY*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Raphael chuckles at the idea that gods aren't worshiped. "Sure, whatever you feel works best." They say, before turning to the sun. "You know, that's my God."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*
In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"
The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes.
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
Threksos is silent. A faint wind blows. “The world has changed so much. I wonder what I have gotten into. What happened to the demon? Was I deceived by the elders?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Efflorence is in the stands, watching the game with a smile on his face
A man with the red jersey branded with the number 17 and the name "Michaels" skates past. He rams himself into a man who was about to steal a little black disc from another player.
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
"I have not heard of the Ivory Demon being active, so take of that what you will. It should be forewarned that I am but 2 years old, so I rely on knowledge given to me." They explain, standing with the minotaur. "Um... did the blood war exist during your life?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“It always exists. It has never begun nor ended.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Greg, one of the towns folk, is watching the ice skaters
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now