He smiles brightly, partially hanging off them for a moment as they walk
"Just a shrinekeeper" He sighs, cracking his hands, "And who are you to decide these people need to die"
"How are you always so joyful?"
"Sinners, heretics, non believers, etc." Theren says, his cold eyes staring Rory down without flinching. His scarred face unwavering.
"Hmm, I like to keep an open mind. That and I'm in the arm of a handsome soldier such as yourself" He winks, "Overall, I like to look at what makes me happy."
"I... understand. But murder has never been, and will never be the answer to this" He says nervously, moving forward a bit
"O-oh. I-interesting."
Theren raises one blood soaked sword. "No closer priest."
"Mhm!" He smiles brightly
"Never claimed to be a priest. But I'll ask whatever God you prefer to forgive you" he says with a smile, raising his hands
They soon arrive to the camp. Korh has made a makeshift shelter out of a fallen AT-AT. A small cooking fire lays dormant and he takes off his supplies and helmet, smiling a bit.
"There are no gods that will forgive me Rory." he says, black horns sprouting from his skull. One eye goes black as wings sprout from his back. "I suggest you don't fight me."
Quinn smiles at the camp, "Ooo, robot" he grins climbing up it a bit
"I'm not gonna fight you. But I'll try and save you." He says, moving towards the transforming elf
"C-careful!" he call nervously
Chaos God Theren takes up a fighting stance, hands raised, spikes growing from his knuckles.
He smiles down at them a little, "Awwww, worried ill fall?" He asks, his tail wrapping around a piece of the machine
Rory let's out a breath, "Alright, let's try this." He mumbles, closing the distance and attempting to poke theren
"Very much so." he says, worry on his face.
Theren grabs their hand, twisting it at painful angle
"Hmm, I think you could catch me" He teases, letting go with his hands, hanging on with only his tail
Rory yelps, wincing before laughing, "Still the wrong move. I hope." He says two cha saves pls
Korh holds out his arms. "Please don't."
*if its for charming then he auto succededs*
He giggles, dropping down a little bit before jumping into their arms, "See? My trust is well placed"
"Mmm." He slightly backs up, bringing his arms close to his sides; "Yeah...Uh- Sure." He looks around whistling looking at nearby people.
Nearby people look afraid. "What's wrong. Afraid?"
He scoffs; "I don't get afraid...I'm more...Concerned- That feels like the right word. It just seems that, judging on our first impressions, this may not be so...Healthy?" He shakes his hand around slightly.
Thirteen is watching the carnage, preparing a plan of attack.
Mauric is watching over Nick, somewhat calmer but still very worried.
Caramel is roaming the forest.
Cadmus is surveying the attack, judging whether or not it should take a body or two.
"Bad idea Thirteen!" Theren calls, laughing.
Nick shifts in his sleep, mumbling something.
“Why does this keep happening?!” He steps into plain view, swinging his flail and brandishing the holy symbol of Azuth.
Mauric perks up, listening closely.
"Your symbols do not make me tremble in fear."
Hes mumbling their name
“I know, but it’s a precaution. THIS might though…” Thirteen swipes his weapon through the air, casting banishment.
He smiles somewhat. “I hope you feel better soon. And that you know I’m right here.” He whispers to Nick.
CHA: 32
Nick clutches their hand tightly
“Well… that didn’t work as I hoped.” He mutters.
“You awake?” He asks quietly.
Chaos God Theren chuckles. "That was foolish old friend." he says, black horns sprouting from his skull. One eye goes black as wings sprout from his back. Chaos God Theren then takes up a fighting stance, hands raised, spikes growing from his knuckles.
Nick nods ever so slightly
“One ridiculous King of Curses transformation isn’t nearly enough to protect you. You don’t think I came prepared from last time this happened?”
“Feeling any better at all?”
"I wasn't in control then."
He nods a bit
A forbidding look falls on the necromancer’s face, like a great shadow. “Theren Dotsk. Whatever you have become… you should know about me… that I always am prepared.” From his back he draws a hilt and pommel of reddish-violet metal. A silvery blade slowly unsheathed, seven elvish runes upon it. “And I… brought my old sword.” He swings the moonblade dramatically. “Now… let us begin.”
"Mmm." He slightly backs up, bringing his arms close to his sides; "Yeah...Uh- Sure." He looks around whistling looking at nearby people.
Nearby people look afraid. "What's wrong. Afraid?"
He scoffs; "I don't get afraid...I'm more...Concerned- That feels like the right word. It just seems that, judging on our first impressions, this may not be so...Healthy?" He shakes his hand around slightly.
Theren smiles evilly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm merely a protector of the people."
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Ye old creator of characters
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A forbidding look falls on the necromancer’s face, like a great shadow. “Theren Dotsk. Whatever you have become… you should know about me… that I always am prepared.” From his back he draws a hilt and pommel of reddish-violet metal. A silvery blade slowly unsheathed, seven elvish runes upon it. “And I… brought my old sword.” He swings the moonblade dramatically. “Now… let us begin.”
“Good. Can I get you anything?”
"Ah...a beautiful weapon. I will hang it on my wall as a trophy after I remove it off your corpse." he snarls. he then lunges into an attack. Attack: 18 Damage: 17 Attack: 23 Damage: 21
"Water please..."
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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.
"Mmm." He slightly backs up, bringing his arms close to his sides; "Yeah...Uh- Sure." He looks around whistling looking at nearby people.
Nearby people look afraid. "What's wrong. Afraid?"
He scoffs; "I don't get afraid...I'm more...Concerned- That feels like the right word. It just seems that, judging on our first impressions, this may not be so...Healthy?" He shakes his hand around slightly.
Theren smiles evilly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm merely a protector of the people."
"MMMM..." He looks at you with doubt; "Do Protectors cause fear in people? I mean look around..." he places his hands together gesturing to the people around.
"Mmm." He slightly backs up, bringing his arms close to his sides; "Yeah...Uh- Sure." He looks around whistling looking at nearby people.
Nearby people look afraid. "What's wrong. Afraid?"
He scoffs; "I don't get afraid...I'm more...Concerned- That feels like the right word. It just seems that, judging on our first impressions, this may not be so...Healthy?" He shakes his hand around slightly.
Theren smiles evilly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm merely a protector of the people."
"MMMM..." He looks at you with doubt; "Do Protectors cause fear in people? I mean look around..." he places his hands together gesturing to the people around.
"yes they do. Have you ever seen Rome?"
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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 forbidding look falls on the necromancer’s face, like a great shadow. “Theren Dotsk. Whatever you have become… you should know about me… that I always am prepared.” From his back he draws a hilt and pommel of reddish-violet metal. A silvery blade slowly unsheathed, seven elvish runes upon it. “And I… brought my old sword.” He swings the moonblade dramatically. “Now… let us begin.”
“Good. Can I get you anything?”
"Ah...a beautiful weapon. I will hang it on my wall as a trophy after I remove it off your corpse." he snarls. he then lunges into an attack. Attack: 20 Damage: 32 Attack: 29 Damage: 26
"Water please..."
The first attack misses, but the second hits rather hard. Thirteen swings back. Attack: 15 Damage: 15
Mauric heads off to get some.
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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 forbidding look falls on the necromancer’s face, like a great shadow. “Theren Dotsk. Whatever you have become… you should know about me… that I always am prepared.” From his back he draws a hilt and pommel of reddish-violet metal. A silvery blade slowly unsheathed, seven elvish runes upon it. “And I… brought my old sword.” He swings the moonblade dramatically. “Now… let us begin.”
“Good. Can I get you anything?”
"Ah...a beautiful weapon. I will hang it on my wall as a trophy after I remove it off your corpse." he snarls. he then lunges into an attack. Attack: 20 Damage: 32 Attack: 29 Damage: 26
"Water please..."
The first attack misses, but the second hits rather hard. Thirteen swings back. Attack: 15 Damage: 15
Mauric heads off to get some.
Theren merely knocks aside the blade. "Where is your determination?" Attack: 26 Damage: 34 Attack: 23 Damage: 29
Nick tries to stand up once they leave.
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He giggles, dropping down a little bit before jumping into their arms, "See? My trust is well placed"
*it's not, it's something else :>*
Nearby people look afraid. "What's wrong. Afraid?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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Theren throws a spiked punch.
Attack: 32 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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Korh holds them tightly. "Don't do that again. You had me bloody worried."
CHA: 28 CHA: 29
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He scoffs; "I don't get afraid...I'm more...Concerned- That feels like the right word. It just seems that, judging on our first impressions, this may not be so...Healthy?" He shakes his hand around slightly.
Life's amusing and it knows
A forbidding look falls on the necromancer’s face, like a great shadow. “Theren Dotsk. Whatever you have become… you should know about me… that I always am prepared.”
From his back he draws a hilt and pommel of reddish-violet metal.
A silvery blade slowly unsheathed, seven elvish runes upon it.
“And I… brought my old sword.”
He swings the moonblade dramatically.
“Now… let us begin.”
“Good. Can I get you anything?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren smiles evilly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm merely a protector of the people."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I wasn't worried, I know you'd catch me" He sticks out his tongue a little, "Besides, I was only up 20ft or so"
If he's possessed, whatever is possessing him is forced out. He succeeds in the second so additional effect
"Ah...a beautiful weapon. I will hang it on my wall as a trophy after I remove it off your corpse." he snarls. he then lunges into an attack. Attack: 18 Damage: 17 Attack: 23 Damage: 21
"Water please..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It hits Gravedigger and he strikes back
Attack: 20 Damage: 26
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Doesn't change the fact that I was worried." he grumbles, setting them down on the ground gently.
*oh no, nothing is possessing him. This is his godly form. Chaos God/Lord Theren*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren sidesteps easily. "Try harder!"
Attack: 25 Damage: 29
Attack: 28 Damage: 35
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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"MMMM..." He looks at you with doubt; "Do Protectors cause fear in people? I mean look around..." he places his hands together gesturing to the people around.
Life's amusing and it knows
He parries both of the attacks easily
Attack: 19 Damage: 23
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"yes they do. Have you ever seen Rome?"
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Tortured poet and writer
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He sidesteps again, lashing out with vigor.
Attack: 33 Damage: 29
Attack: 20 Damage: 22
Attack: 34 Damage: 45
Attack: 18 Damage: 28
Ye old creator of characters
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"Hmmm, well then how about I make it up to ya" He offers, folding his arms behind him
*welp. That's rory's attempt lmao. Homie is gonna yet rocked*
The first attack misses, but the second hits rather hard. Thirteen swings back. Attack: 15 Damage: 15
Mauric heads off to get some.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Whaddya mean?" he looks confused.
"That was foolish." he then strikes with one hand.
Attack: 22 Damage: 35
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren merely knocks aside the blade. "Where is your determination?" Attack: 26 Damage: 34 Attack: 23 Damage: 29
Nick tries to stand up once they leave.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.