A small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
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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 small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
A small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
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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 small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
“I didn’t mean to obliterate the ghost. I thought it could handle more than it did. You can handle any exorcisms because that isn’t my forte.”
A small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
“I didn’t mean to obliterate the ghost. I thought it could handle more than it did. You can handle any exorcisms because that isn’t my forte.”
“Alright. Keep an eye out. There may be other spirits around here. And if the spirit will not reveal itself, we might have to conduct a summoning.” Ribriya takes out three long, thin candles and a small length of chalk, and begins setting up and lighting the candles.
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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 small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
“I didn’t mean to obliterate the ghost. I thought it could handle more than it did. You can handle any exorcisms because that isn’t my forte.”
“Alright. Keep an eye out. There may be other spirits around here. And if the spirit will not reveal itself, we might have to conduct a summoning.” Ribriya takes out three long, thin candles and a small length of chalk, and begins setting up and lighting the candles.
Damian continues searching nearby, seeing if he can get any clues or if he scared away all the spirits.
A small yellow ball appears in front of his fingers. He flicks it at the specter "Solar Yellow.". 3rd level fireball (DC 18) Damage:33
*Jobah?*
*back*
Dex: 5
*It’s good. I love full damage.*
The specter explodes in a burst of mist and flame. Ribriya stares at Damien in slight shock. “That was… abrupt.”
Damian smiles at her and runs his hand through his hair "I am quite the powerful and adept mage." *Level 15 to be exact.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
He shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
“I didn’t mean to obliterate the ghost. I thought it could handle more than it did. You can handle any exorcisms because that isn’t my forte.”
“Alright. Keep an eye out. There may be other spirits around here. And if the spirit will not reveal itself, we might have to conduct a summoning.” Ribriya takes out three long, thin candles and a small length of chalk, and begins setting up and lighting the candles.
Damian continues searching nearby, seeing if he can get any clues or if he scared away all the spirits.
There is nothing.
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
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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.
Etiam im librum scribo
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*hey everybody!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey Jobah. The Jojos thingy need you dude.*
“Well, even though we’ve destroyed its manifested form, there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be back soon. Clawing its way free of the Fugue Plane. And it might even go after you. Though I doubt that scares you in any way.”
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 shakes his legs in mock terror with a wide grin on his face “Oh you can see I’m terrified.” He then rolls his shoulders “What’s next, because that was too easy.”
“…I don’t know. If there are any other ghosts around here, though, we should try to trap and exorcise them, instead of evaporating them.”
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 didn’t mean to obliterate the ghost. I thought it could handle more than it did. You can handle any exorcisms because that isn’t my forte.”
“Alright. Keep an eye out. There may be other spirits around here. And if the spirit will not reveal itself, we might have to conduct a summoning.” Ribriya takes out three long, thin candles and a small length of chalk, and begins setting up and lighting the candles.
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 continues searching nearby, seeing if he can get any clues or if he scared away all the spirits.
There is nothing.
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 walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
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
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
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 shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
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 laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
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