Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:19
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:28
Suddenly, its shape appearing like frost forming on a surface, a specter with a demonic, gaping, fang-filled visage hovers over him, its long fingers outstretched around his head. Roll initiative.
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:28
Suddenly, its shape appearing like frost forming on a surface, a specter with a demonic, gaping, fang-filled visage hovers over him, its long fingers outstretched around his head. Roll initiative.
"I found one!" He stands up and readies himself. Init:24
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:28
Suddenly, its shape appearing like frost forming on a surface, a specter with a demonic, gaping, fang-filled visage hovers over him, its long fingers outstretched around his head. Roll initiative.
"I found one!" He stands up and readies himself. Init:19
Specter init: 16
Ribriya init: 3
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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.
Damian has gathered his things for an adventure and is waiting for his companion to arrive.
Rag is in the kitchen, removing all the blood from a deer he killed and putting it in a bowl.
Ribriya walks up to him, holding an armful of strange trinkets, artifacts, and vials. “Are you prepared.”
He eyes the trinkets and things for a moment with his strange eyes before nodding "I'm prepared for anything. Are you?"
“Barring any sudden outbreaks of typhoid, we should be fine.”
"Sounds good to me. Let’s get going then." He stands up.
Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
He nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:28
Suddenly, its shape appearing like frost forming on a surface, a specter with a demonic, gaping, fang-filled visage hovers over him, its long fingers outstretched around his head. Roll initiative.
"I found one!" He stands up and readies himself. Init:19
Specter init: 4
Ribriya init: 12
A small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:32
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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.
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
"I can tell, you've got a firm handshake" He smiles, seeming mostly unphased by it
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
"I can tell, you've got a firm handshake" He smiles, seeming mostly unphased by it
"As do you. Very impressive." He pulls his hand back.
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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.
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
"I can tell, you've got a firm handshake" He smiles, seeming mostly unphased by it
"As do you. Very impressive." He pulls his hand back.
*hello, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
He sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
He smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
"I can tell, you've got a firm handshake" He smiles, seeming mostly unphased by it
"As do you. Very impressive." He pulls his hand back.
He nods, continueing to walk
He nods in respect and walks his own way, filing the person's name for if he ever sees him again.
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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.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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Ribriya heads off into the town, the cobbled streets just ever so slightly emptier than usual such that it would be noticeable. She turns down an alley between two abandoned buildings, and looks back to Damien. “It should be somewhere around here. If you feel a chill down your spine, tell me quickly and we can get started.”
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 nods and begins to play his lute, making a ritual circle around him to cast detect magic for the area "Lets see what we get, or if I can bring something to me."
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
You can’t detect anything. But the air seems to grow a bit colder.
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, I'm alive again. Just for out of a job interview :D*
Jack is carrying a bunch of materials over to the blacksmith, working on a suit of armor
Tycho is enjoying a smoothie in the town square
He pretends to continue the ritual, muttering about sensing something to lure the thing out further. Deception:19
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 sees Rag carrying more trees and a bag of seeds. He walks over "Do you need any help?"
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
Suddenly, its shape appearing like frost forming on a surface, a specter with a demonic, gaping, fang-filled visage hovers over him, its long fingers outstretched around his head. Roll initiative.
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 found one!" He stands up and readies himself. Init:24
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
"Hm?" He looks over at rag, "Ah, thanks but I'm ok. I'm used to carrying heavy things for my little projects" He smiles
Specter init: 16
Ribriya init: 3
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 can feel my pulse in my teeth*
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 small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:32
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 smiles back "What do you do? I'm Ragneriuos by the way, just call me Rag."
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
"Well I used to be a soldier, but I mostly tinker right now." He says, offering a hand as he carefully balances his supplies, "Jack Vaughn, please to meet you"
He puts all the trees and seeds on one shoulder and shakes his hand, impossible force almost crushing his hand “I was once a hunter and now a cook.”
"I can tell, you've got a firm handshake" He smiles, seeming mostly unphased by it
"As do you. Very impressive." He pulls his hand back.
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 nods, continueing to walk
He nods in respect and walks his own way, filing the person's name for if he ever sees him again.
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
A figure is playing a guitar around a campfire, and smoking a cigarette. A backpack and antiquated rifle are laying by him while he strums.
Harrison is setting up a metal billboard in the ashy circle in the forest. It reads "Foliage Removal & Gardening."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.