Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
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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.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
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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 hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
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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.
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
“I’m going to do it. Do not worry.”
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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.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” The specters attack, and Cadmus follows up with a double slam.
Attack: 23 Damage: 17 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 11 Damage: 13 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 13 Damage: 12 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 11 Damage: 13 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 15 Damage: 19 plus 16 necrotic damage.
Attack: 13 Damage: 16 plus 20 necrotic 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.
Only the first attack manages to land. "FOOLISH TARNISHED!" Attack: 29 Damage: 29 Attack: 17 Damage: 36 Attack: 18 Damage: 36 Attack: 16 Damage: 27
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag tears off a chuck of the cooked flesh and gives it to the cat.
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
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
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.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
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
(good morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She meows happily and consumes it. She then rubs against Rag’s leg.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Only the third hit lands.
Attack: 10 Damage: 9 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 9 Damage: 8 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 13 Damage: 6 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 22 Damage: 6 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 20 Damage: 13 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 28 Damage: 22 plus 20 necrotic damage.
Attack: 30 Damage: 33 plus 15 necrotic 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.
"I wonder who's cat you are, or maybe you aren't bond by someone." Rag says petting the cat "I may never live to know."
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
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m going to do it. Do not worry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Only the first lands. "FALL UPON THINE BLADE!"
Attack: 16 Damage: 40
Attack: 18 Damage: 47
Attack: 25 Damage: 38
Attack: 25 Damage: 39
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Getting tired?”
Attack: 9 Damage: 11 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 12 Damage: 5 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 12 Damage: 9 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 23 Damage: 8 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10 necrotic damage, and on a hit, your HP max is reduced by the amount of damage.
Attack: 18 Damage: 14 plus 14 necrotic damage.
Attack: 11 Damage: 15 plus 22 necrotic 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.
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
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
A voice speaks in your mind. <I am the companion of a necromancer.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Only one attack lands as Morgott smirks. "Never."
Attack: 24 Damage: 37
Attack: 23 Damage: 46
Attack: 29 Damage: 34
Attack: 15 Damage: 26
Attack: 26 Damage: 26
Attack: 21 Damage: 23
Attack: 30 Damage: 25
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag sighs "That makes you the second telepathic cat I've met after I started my hunt. Is it Thirteen?"
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
*Dude, I'm trying to decide what The King looks like under his armor and all I can think is:
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