Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
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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 few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
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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.
A few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
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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.
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
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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 few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
A few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
“The dragon is a metaphor for capitalism. How humorous. What are you selling?”
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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.
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
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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.
A few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
“The dragon is a metaphor for capitalism. How humorous. What are you selling?”
"I sell all kinds of enchanted goods. If you are in need of something with a magical spark, odds are that I have it for sale!"
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
Could you?
The viper grows. It is now a Huge creature. Blood leaks from its pale exposed flesh. Its deep blue eyes gaze upon you.
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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 few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
“The dragon is a metaphor for capitalism. How humorous. What are you selling?”
"I sell all kinds of enchanted goods. If you are in need of something with a magical spark, odds are that I have it for sale!"
“Really? Do you have anything with weather-influencing abilities?”
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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.
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
Could you?
The viper grows. It is now a Huge creature. Blood leaks from its pale exposed flesh. Its deep blue eyes gaze upon you.
"Mmmm. Probably. Also, I'm no servant." he then lashes out.
Attack: 18 Damage: 38
Attack: 23 Damage: 22
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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.
A few miles out from the inn smoke can be seen rising from the forested area
Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
“The dragon is a metaphor for capitalism. How humorous. What are you selling?”
"I sell all kinds of enchanted goods. If you are in need of something with a magical spark, odds are that I have it for sale!"
“Really? Do you have anything with weather-influencing abilities?”
"In fact I do!" The dragon digs around in his tent, coming out with a pair of silver armbands engraved with images of storm clouds. "These here will let you call and dismiss storms, given that you ask the bands nicely."
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
Could you?
The viper grows. It is now a Huge creature. Blood leaks from its pale exposed flesh. Its deep blue eyes gaze upon you.
"Mmmm. Probably. Also, I'm no servant." he then lashes out.
Attack: 26 Damage: 23
Attack: 17 Damage: 17
Pitiful. I am beyond you.
The Ivory Demon sweeps at you with its massive tail.
Attack: 16 Damage: 46 bludgeoning damage.
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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.
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
"Woah. Cool."
The snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
Could you?
The viper grows. It is now a Huge creature. Blood leaks from its pale exposed flesh. Its deep blue eyes gaze upon you.
"Mmmm. Probably. Also, I'm no servant." he then lashes out.
Attack: 26 Damage: 23
Attack: 17 Damage: 17
Pitiful. I am beyond you.
The Ivory Demon sweeps at you with its massive tail.
Attack: 23 Damage: 33 bludgeoning damage.
Ban slams into a tree, snapping it. He lets out a groan of 'pain' and stands up laughing.
Attack: 24 Damage: 14
Attack: 21 Damage: 26
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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.
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Thirteen, watching from a window, notices this and begins walking in that direction.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Death save 3: 20
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Come on. Get up."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Death save 4: 19
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Well. That’s a big shame. The champion, and the last of the minotaurs that once dwelled in this forest, is dead. And the truth is now revealed. From the minotaur’s lifeless, slightly opened mouth, a viper with no skin slithers out.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*okay something is probably wrong with this*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing with a very large tent and a bonfire. Inside the tent lies an elegant dragon, its vibrant orange scales cascading in a mesmerizing pattern along its body
"Woah. Cool."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is unimpressed. “Why are you burning the forest down?”
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 snake turns its head to face Ban.
You are a good servant.
You broke the vessel.
I am free.
I AM FREE.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Its eyes flicker open and it lifts up its long neck, gazing upon the new arrival. "Burning down the forest? No! I simply made a small fire to draw attention to my shop!"
“The dragon is a metaphor for capitalism. How humorous. What are you selling?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ban draws his sword. "Honestly. I could crush you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I sell all kinds of enchanted goods. If you are in need of something with a magical spark, odds are that I have it for sale!"
Could you?
The viper grows. It is now a Huge creature. Blood leaks from its pale exposed flesh. Its deep blue eyes gaze upon you.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Really? Do you have anything with weather-influencing abilities?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mmmm. Probably. Also, I'm no servant." he then lashes out.
Attack: 18 Damage: 38
Attack: 23 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"In fact I do!" The dragon digs around in his tent, coming out with a pair of silver armbands engraved with images of storm clouds. "These here will let you call and dismiss storms, given that you ask the bands nicely."
Pitiful. I am beyond you.
The Ivory Demon sweeps at you with its massive tail.
Attack: 16 Damage: 46 bludgeoning damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ban slams into a tree, snapping it. He lets out a groan of 'pain' and stands up laughing.
Attack: 24 Damage: 14
Attack: 21 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.