“Alright.” Thirteen sets off along the edge of town and the woods.
Kinsley poofs into their ferret form and clambers atop him, "Do we know where it leads? Who made it? Any info?"
*crap i missed this post*
“To the layer of Webonai. It was created by a sleeping demon lord known as the Ivory Demon or Riotan.”
"Sounds like a fun person to recruit. Is this Ivory demon in the Tavern? What layer number is it? Am I asking too many questions?"
“No, I don’t know, yes.”
They shut up for the time being.
Finally, they arrive. The pit is about 25 feet in diameter at this point. “Here we are.”
"Cool!" Slinky hops off turning back into Kinsley before clapping their hands, a team of were-ferrets and other guild members appear, "We'll take it from here you can go back to the tavern." they say as warning tape begins getting put up
“Alright.” Thirteen sets off along the edge of town and the woods.
Kinsley poofs into their ferret form and clambers atop him, "Do we know where it leads? Who made it? Any info?"
*crap i missed this post*
“To the layer of Webonai. It was created by a sleeping demon lord known as the Ivory Demon or Riotan.”
"Sounds like a fun person to recruit. Is this Ivory demon in the Tavern? What layer number is it? Am I asking too many questions?"
“No, I don’t know, yes.”
They shut up for the time being.
Finally, they arrive. The pit is about 25 feet in diameter at this point. “Here we are.”
"Cool!" Slinky hops off turning back into Kinsley before clapping their hands, a team of were-ferrets and other guild members appear, "We'll take it from here you can go back to the tavern." they say as warning tape begins getting put up
“Alright… what’s your plan for the layer?”
"Peaceful negotiation most likely."
“Enjoy the yuan-ti. Shame you aren’t weremongooses.”
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Rene smiles "Thank you.. You're very kind.."
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
"It's okay... It's nice to know I don't have to suffer much longer.." she said and produced a piece of paper from her pocket "Give this to Thirteen... A necromancer here. I have a job for him.." she asked.
“Okay.” He takes the paper, and slams the glaive into her forehead.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
*The paper is a formal request for Thirteen to bury her body someplace nice but to keep her spirit and build her a new body. Anything he requests as payment, he will have.*
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
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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 blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
*Nikoli looking at the line about a tavern protective field*
There is a flicker of light in the room, and a couple seconds of beeping, "Rene TOD logged. Coroner notified. ETA 30 minutes. If a clean up crew is required please say 1." then nothing
*oh i completely forgot we had one of those. though tateotw had one so i probably should’ve remembered that.*
“I’m pretty good at body disposal. I’m good.”
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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.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
Rag places the blade to his side and sits down, leaning against a tree "I am a hunter, and who might you be kind fellow?"
"They call me Whistler." Bowing like a Jester he continues, "Well I say they but I mean." placing a hand on his heart he twirls his fingers around, "I found it strange that a hunter would use a blade instead of a bow, what creature would require something so made for close quarters?"
"It is not a matter of necessity but a matter of preference. I have mastered the blade so I see no need to use the bow."
"Strange, most prefer the safety of distance." Whistler sits down and waves a hand causing the butterflies to slowly die out, "I'm sure this mean the blade is of some legendary metal."
"Something of the like, I found it on one of my many adventures, but it is not the source of my power." Rag hands him the Greatsword, it's weight leaving a groove in the dirt.
Whistler can barely lift it, "Ah my weak summoner body, such sadness"
Rag puts a finger under the blade, lightening the weight significantly "Everything has a use, yours just isn't physical."
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I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Rene smiles "Thank you.. You're very kind.."
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
"It's okay... It's nice to know I don't have to suffer much longer.." she said and produced a piece of paper from her pocket "Give this to Thirteen... A necromancer here. I have a job for him.." she asked.
“Okay.” He takes the paper, and slams the glaive into her forehead.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
*The paper is a formal request for Thirteen to bury her body someplace nice but to keep her spirit and build her a new body. Anything he requests as payment, he will have.*
She winces as blood starts to fill the tub.
*excellent*
Mauric reads the note, looking slightly saddened. “Oh no. I thought I coulda used this one. Oh well. I probably shouldn’t disrespect a nun’s dying request. But when has that stopped me before?”
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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.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
Ban takes it and reads it. Shock slowly pours over his face as he grabs Mauric by the shirt, lifting him up. "Why would she entrust this to someone like you Mauric." he snarls
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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.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
“Will it now?”
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
“No.” He says simply.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
Ban takes it and reads it. Shock slowly pours over his face as he grabs Mauric by the shirt, lifting him up. "Why would she entrust this to someone like you Mauric." he snarls
Only one attack hits, but Thirteen looks to be on his last legs. Theren takes 46 radiant damage and is blinded.
“I don’t know! I really don’t know! But this Thirteen guy sounds like he can bring her back somehow. I was gonna go find him!”
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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.
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"Peaceful negotiation most likely."
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*yep*
“No.” He says again. “I’m not leaving again.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Enjoy the yuan-ti. Shame you aren’t weremongooses.”
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 paper is a formal request for Thirteen to bury her body someplace nice but to keep her spirit and build her a new body. Anything he requests as payment, he will have.*
She winces as blood starts to fill the tub.
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
"Then you shall die." the world warps around them as they are teleported outside the protection line.
When the door opens and Ban sees Rene's dead corpse he snaps, roaring in rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" he then grabs him, throwing him outside the boundary line.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh i completely forgot we had one of those. though tateotw had one so i probably should’ve remembered that.*
“I’m pretty good at body disposal. I’m good.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I think not, old chum.” Thirteen casts dominate person.
“Woah, chill! She told me to kill her!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag puts a finger under the blade, lightening the weight significantly "Everything has a use, yours just isn't physical."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Noted, Coroner ETA 28 minutes"
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WIS: 24
"LIAR!" he roars. Twin blades appear in his hands.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*excellent*
Mauric reads the note, looking slightly saddened. “Oh no. I thought I coulda used this one. Oh well. I probably shouldn’t disrespect a nun’s dying request. But when has that stopped me before?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh dear.” He murmurs, one eye flashing orange.
“WAIT WAIT I HAVE A NOTE FROM HER I’M NOT LYING!” Persuasion: 22
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Such truth."
*Good news everyone, mobile breaks when opening this, we've gotten that big*
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Rag removes his finger and begins to take off all of his armor, plate by plate.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Therens form flickers as he launches a flurry of attacks. Attack: 28 Damage: 27 Attack: 22 Damage: 24 Attack: 30 Damage: 43 Attack: 23 Damage: 27
"Show me it." he growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Looking battered, Thirteen casts sunburst. “I don’t think you’re yourself.”
Mauric carefully hands him the note.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Con: 14 Theren ignores this. Continuing to attack. Attack: 28 Damage: 27 Attack: 20 Damage: 24 Attack: 12 Damage: 18 Attack: 11 Damage: 21
Ban takes it and reads it. Shock slowly pours over his face as he grabs Mauric by the shirt, lifting him up. "Why would she entrust this to someone like you Mauric." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We're very similar though."
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"Nej! Gøblenbarn!"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Only one attack hits, but Thirteen looks to be on his last legs. Theren takes 46 radiant damage and is blinded.
“I don’t know! I really don’t know! But this Thirteen guy sounds like he can bring her back somehow. I was gonna go find him!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.