Through the woods, a warm and light voice sings, filling the air.
"Será la magia que tienen tus ojos Y esos truquitos para enamorar Tú me seduces a tu antojo Y de tu hechizo no puedo escapar Qué ganas tengo de buscarte Y de volverte a besar"
As the figure ambles down the trail that leads to the tavern, one is struck by the intricate details of her attire. The white robes that she wears are tied together by a variety of belts around her waist. The most striking feature of her outfit, however, is the beaked plague mask that she sports. Although her body is mostly concealed by the robes, one can make out the contours of a female form beneath them. The woman carries a cane in one hand, which is made from pearlescent material and has a translucent crystal at the top. The cane looks as though it has been carved from a single piece of material, with intricate patterns etched into its surface.
Ban stumbles onto the path, bloody and bruised. A huge demon roars at him and makes a swipe at Ban who dodges. "Lady get outta here!" he shouts.
She tilts her head and taps Ban on the forehead with the tip of her cane. He gains 11 HP. She makes a happy sound and turns to the demon, watching it with curiosity.
Ban looks confused. "What? Ma'am. Please get to safety, that thing co-" he is then grabbed by the demon, slowly being crushed.
She watches before his head tilts to the side. She produces a flail from somewhere in her cloak and is suddenly gone, a blur as she rushes at the demon.
Hit: 26 Damage: 11
Hit: 21 Damage: 10
She then produces her hands from within the folds of her cloak.
Hit: 26 Damage: 12 + 9 Necrotic Damage.
The Demon roars in pain, dropping Ban. "thanks." he wheezes. He draws his three sectioned nunchuck and goes to work, slicing the demon into tiny pieces. After he's done he wipes the blood from his mouth, grumbling about his ruined clothes.
She nods and the flail disappears and she folds her arms back under her cloak. She casts Prestidigitation on his clothes, cleaning them, before making a happy noise and walking off the the tavern.
"Hey wait up!" he says, jogging after her. "Where ya from?"
"I am from Faerûn." She said and tilted her head.
"Quite the hike isn't it?" Ban asks
She nods "I was originally on a horse but she seemed tired and unhappy so I left her behind so she can rest and feel happy."
She nods "I was originally on a horse but she seemed tired and unhappy so I left her behind so she can rest and feel happy."
"Your a good person eh?" he asks. "What's your name ma'am?"
She shrugs "Good and bad are such black and white terms. I just try and do god but I am no angel." She chuckled lightly "My name is Rene Flores, what is yours?"
She nods "I was originally on a horse but she seemed tired and unhappy so I left her behind so she can rest and feel happy."
"Your a good person eh?" he asks. "What's your name ma'am?"
She shrugs "Good and bad are such black and white terms. I just try and do god but I am no angel." She chuckled lightly "My name is Rene Flores, what is yours?"
"Names Ban. Fox sin of Greed at your service." he says with a slight bow, a grimace on his face.
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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.
She nods "I was originally on a horse but she seemed tired and unhappy so I left her behind so she can rest and feel happy."
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
"Your a good person eh?" he asks. "What's your name ma'am?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“NO!” Mauric casts feather fall on Theren.
“…this is mind-boggling. Okay. Look. How are you related to the Nameless God.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She shrugs "Good and bad are such black and white terms. I just try and do god but I am no angel." She chuckled lightly "My name is Rene Flores, what is yours?"
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
Before he casts it he can see theren standing on the side of the cliff wall. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not. I'm just one of the guys that tried to kill him."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
"Names Ban. Fox sin of Greed at your service." he says with a slight bow, a grimace on his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Okay look how was I to know you could do that?” Mauric looks terrified.
“Oh I remember now… yes that’s right… and these abilities came about after that mission?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hello*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(GRAGH- Morning All.)
Life's amusing and it knows
*morning*
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 Big [Gp]ing seal is currently waddling around at some random port.
In the forest the sound of some sort of older music is being played, the thing producing this music is a strange push cart.
Life's amusing and it knows
he shrugs.
"I think so."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Are you using spider climb or something? Do you have the magic shoes?”
“Then this would be classified as sorcery.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
"Spider climb."
"Ah..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*here*
Theren is on the edge of a cliff staring at the ground far below.
Phoenix is trying to summon a mage hand
Ban is in the woods fighting a huge demon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Gotcha. So, uh… you doing good?”
“But, we should probably continue with the lesson in any case.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shrugs.
"Oh ok."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hears a twig snap behind him as Echo wanders through the forest, oblivious to what's happening
psychopath ^-^