Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
The door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 28 CON: 14
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
The door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 28 CON: 14
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
The King walks forward "That was impressive."
Theren doesn't move. Its like smacking a corpse.
The soldiers cough, putting on gas masks.
Ban tilts his head, not looking at them. "Who do i get to tear apart now?"
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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.
Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
The door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 28 CON: 14
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
The King walks forward "That was impressive."
Theren doesn't move. Its like smacking a corpse.
The soldiers cough, putting on gas masks.
Ban tilts his head, not looking at them. "Who do i get to tear apart now?"
Lore begins to panic, casting every healing spell she knows.
They begin to feel dizzy, sleepy. The priest with the golden rings chuckles "It's okay lovely, go to sleep. You'll awake in a better place." The three walk forward.
“I thought this place was magic or something. You still have to deal with health inspectors?”
"And the IRS." She shrugs, "We're a legitimate business despite being magic."
“How do you put ‘attack from fell god beyond time and comprehension’ on your taxes?”
"There's an "Other Expenses" box we use for 90% of those things."
“Must be a pain to run this place.”
Laughing, "Oh I don't run the place, I'm the psuedo-owner but we dumped all that on Kinsley. I'm just the cook and maid service." She bows politely, "And it's not a pain it's a joy. Barring the occasional rude god and fight that breaks out for no real reason."
Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
The door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 28 CON: 14
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
The King walks forward "That was impressive."
Theren doesn't move. Its like smacking a corpse.
The soldiers cough, putting on gas masks.
Ban tilts his head, not looking at them. "Who do i get to tear apart now?"
Lore begins to panic, casting every healing spell she knows.
They begin to feel dizzy, sleepy. The priest with the golden rings chuckles "It's okay lovely, go to sleep. You'll awake in a better place." The three walk forward.
The King tilts his head "Depends."
Theren sits up, tilting his head. A feminine voice emerges from his mouth. "Hello Lore."
The soldiers collapse, one by one
"Depends on what?" the fox sin 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.
Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
The door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 28 CON: 14
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
The King walks forward "That was impressive."
Theren doesn't move. Its like smacking a corpse.
The soldiers cough, putting on gas masks.
Ban tilts his head, not looking at them. "Who do i get to tear apart now?"
Lore begins to panic, casting every healing spell she knows.
They begin to feel dizzy, sleepy. The priest with the golden rings chuckles "It's okay lovely, go to sleep. You'll awake in a better place." The three walk forward.
The King tilts his head "Depends."
Theren sits up, tilting his head. A feminine voice emerges from his mouth. "Hello Lore."
The soldiers collapse, one by one
"Depends on what?" the fox sin snarls
Lore snarls, fur startling to bristle and grow from tufts on her ears and shoulders. "Who the hells are you."
The one with gold rings snaps picks up the bodies as if they don't weigh a thing. He smiles "They'll work well. We should gather up that one.." he gestures to Phoenix.
A church has seem to have form from out of nowhere. Three figures clad in simple priests outfits and a clerical collar stand on the steps. They wear masks that look almost steampunk, large eyeholes that are covered by thick panes of tinted glass. A filter over the mouth with tubes connected. It's a mess of bronze and copper.
People seem to have came in droves, standing in front of them as one, who is the bigger of the tree, promises miracles and help for this community. He has thick plain gold rings on his fingers that glints in the daylight. His nails are sharp, painted black with little crosses on them.
The crowd in enraptured by these three, the crowd growing slowly as they listen to their words.
Rory is in the crowd, curious about the new church
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“I know more. That doesn’t mean I know better. Now get out.”
”OW GEEZ WHY I WAS JUST ASKING”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You should not talk to a god that way child."
"There are some things that are better left unanswered." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore runs to his side and curses in infernal. "Hey, wake up!" She smacks his cheek before casting Greater Restoration.
They are able to dodge the knives but the smoke that curls around the ground fills their lungs, poisoning them. The three priests stand there, heads tilted like curios children.
The King walks forward "That was impressive."
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 said I know what I'm doing." Rag puts the diced meat in a bowl, grabbing some milk and filling the bowl 78% with it.
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
"There's an "Other Expenses" box we use for 90% of those things."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Theren doesn't move. Its like smacking a corpse.
The soldiers cough, putting on gas masks.
Ban tilts his head, not looking at them. "Who do i get to tear apart now?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You’re not a god. You’re a vestige. Because you have no followers, no name, and no purpose. And no one cares about you.”
“PLEASE LET GO OF MY NECK BEFORE FACTORY SETTINGS ARE ENABLED”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kinsley pops their head in for a second then sighs before shouting, "Sushi, we got more blood up here you might wanna deal with later!"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Must be a pain to run this place.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore begins to panic, casting every healing spell she knows.
They begin to feel dizzy, sleepy. The priest with the golden rings chuckles "It's okay lovely, go to sleep. You'll awake in a better place." The three walk forward.
The King tilts his head "Depends."
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
Therens face contorts in confusion. "Oh...im not that foul creature." Therens voice turns more feminine.
"Take a few steps back after i do then."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Jobah, 7 rings!*
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
Laughing, "Oh I don't run the place, I'm the psuedo-owner but we dumped all that on Kinsley. I'm just the cook and maid service." She bows politely, "And it's not a pain it's a joy. Barring the occasional rude god and fight that breaks out for no real reason."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Theren sits up, tilting his head. A feminine voice emerges from his mouth. "Hello Lore."
The soldiers collapse, one by one
"Depends on what?" the fox sin snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
“He seriously needs to tell me everything. Either that or I read his mind. Who is it now and why does Theren Dotsk KEEP GETTING POSSESSED?!
”THAT WAS A VERY GRAMMATICALLY CONFUSING SENTENCE PLEASE CLARIFY”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore snarls, fur startling to bristle and grow from tufts on her ears and shoulders. "Who the hells are you."
The one with gold rings snaps picks up the bodies as if they don't weigh a thing. He smiles "They'll work well. We should gather up that one.." he gestures to Phoenix.
"Who do you plan on hurting?" He asked calmly.
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
*was that ooc?*
"STEP BACK!" he says, letting go
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen and Ban will find that Rene's burial place is disturbed. The corpse dug up and now missing.
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
Rory is in the crowd, curious about the new church