Ragnerious is back and radiating a new power beyond what he had before, he goes back to his job making food in the kitchen of the Inn.
Damian is sleeping at the table he was possessed in. Snoring loudly as his chest gives off a light crimson glow.
Ribriya, heading for the door, notices Damian and sighs. “Why is it that every time I come across you, you’re unconscious?”
He wakes up slowly, rubbing his head “Don’t worry. This time I was just possessed by a deity.” He gets up and stretches, his bones popping.
“WHAT?!?!”
He waves his hand with a smile that rests in his eyes as if it isn’t as issue “That happens sometimes, especially after I was reborn.”
“It’s starting to seem like everyone here has a complex, eldritch backstory and a ton of enemies from other worlds, and that’s not good.”
“Ah, mine is no big deal. It just results in the occasional possession or impossibly painful searing. Or my eyes begin to glow. No big.”
“THAT’S BIG! That’s incredibly big! You’re a vessel of a GOD!”
“Am I? Huh, I never thought of it that way. Not like I get god powers or anything. Anyway want to get a drink?”
“No, I’m currently busy. I just learned that a portal to the Abyss was opened in the local forest about three months ago, and I need to check for any demons that may have gotten through.”
“Cool I’ll come help, considering I have experience taking on abyssal portals, demons, and the like.” He gets up, slightly wobbly “I’m always happy to help out a friend, even if we aren’t having an adventure.”
“Well, as long as you don’t fall in.” She exits the inn and heads southwest through the woods.
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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.
Ragnerious is back and radiating a new power beyond what he had before, he goes back to his job making food in the kitchen of the Inn.
Damian is sleeping at the table he was possessed in. Snoring loudly as his chest gives off a light crimson glow.
Ribriya, heading for the door, notices Damian and sighs. “Why is it that every time I come across you, you’re unconscious?”
He wakes up slowly, rubbing his head “Don’t worry. This time I was just possessed by a deity.” He gets up and stretches, his bones popping.
“WHAT?!?!”
He waves his hand with a smile that rests in his eyes as if it isn’t as issue “That happens sometimes, especially after I was reborn.”
“It’s starting to seem like everyone here has a complex, eldritch backstory and a ton of enemies from other worlds, and that’s not good.”
“Ah, mine is no big deal. It just results in the occasional possession or impossibly painful searing. Or my eyes begin to glow. No big.”
“THAT’S BIG! That’s incredibly big! You’re a vessel of a GOD!”
“Am I? Huh, I never thought of it that way. Not like I get god powers or anything. Anyway want to get a drink?”
“No, I’m currently busy. I just learned that a portal to the Abyss was opened in the local forest about three months ago, and I need to check for any demons that may have gotten through.”
“Cool I’ll come help, considering I have experience taking on abyssal portals, demons, and the like.” He gets up, slightly wobbly “I’m always happy to help out a friend, even if we aren’t having an adventure.”
“Well, as long as you don’t fall in.” She exits the inn and heads southwest through the woods.
Damian picks up his lute and follows “I was possessed by abyssal forces one time. Got over it though.”
Ragnerious is back and radiating a new power beyond what he had before, he goes back to his job making food in the kitchen of the Inn.
Damian is sleeping at the table he was possessed in. Snoring loudly as his chest gives off a light crimson glow.
Ribriya, heading for the door, notices Damian and sighs. “Why is it that every time I come across you, you’re unconscious?”
He wakes up slowly, rubbing his head “Don’t worry. This time I was just possessed by a deity.” He gets up and stretches, his bones popping.
“WHAT?!?!”
He waves his hand with a smile that rests in his eyes as if it isn’t as issue “That happens sometimes, especially after I was reborn.”
“It’s starting to seem like everyone here has a complex, eldritch backstory and a ton of enemies from other worlds, and that’s not good.”
“Ah, mine is no big deal. It just results in the occasional possession or impossibly painful searing. Or my eyes begin to glow. No big.”
“THAT’S BIG! That’s incredibly big! You’re a vessel of a GOD!”
“Am I? Huh, I never thought of it that way. Not like I get god powers or anything. Anyway want to get a drink?”
“No, I’m currently busy. I just learned that a portal to the Abyss was opened in the local forest about three months ago, and I need to check for any demons that may have gotten through.”
“Cool I’ll come help, considering I have experience taking on abyssal portals, demons, and the like.” He gets up, slightly wobbly “I’m always happy to help out a friend, even if we aren’t having an adventure.”
“Well, as long as you don’t fall in.” She exits the inn and heads southwest through the woods.
Damian picks up his lute and follows “I was possessed by abyssal forces one time. Got over it though.”
“Well, at least that means I’ll probably have plenty to do while I’m here.”
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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.
Ragnerious is back and radiating a new power beyond what he had before, he goes back to his job making food in the kitchen of the Inn.
Damian is sleeping at the table he was possessed in. Snoring loudly as his chest gives off a light crimson glow.
Ribriya, heading for the door, notices Damian and sighs. “Why is it that every time I come across you, you’re unconscious?”
He wakes up slowly, rubbing his head “Don’t worry. This time I was just possessed by a deity.” He gets up and stretches, his bones popping.
“WHAT?!?!”
He waves his hand with a smile that rests in his eyes as if it isn’t as issue “That happens sometimes, especially after I was reborn.”
“It’s starting to seem like everyone here has a complex, eldritch backstory and a ton of enemies from other worlds, and that’s not good.”
“Ah, mine is no big deal. It just results in the occasional possession or impossibly painful searing. Or my eyes begin to glow. No big.”
“THAT’S BIG! That’s incredibly big! You’re a vessel of a GOD!”
“Am I? Huh, I never thought of it that way. Not like I get god powers or anything. Anyway want to get a drink?”
“No, I’m currently busy. I just learned that a portal to the Abyss was opened in the local forest about three months ago, and I need to check for any demons that may have gotten through.”
“Cool I’ll come help, considering I have experience taking on abyssal portals, demons, and the like.” He gets up, slightly wobbly “I’m always happy to help out a friend, even if we aren’t having an adventure.”
“Well, as long as you don’t fall in.” She exits the inn and heads southwest through the woods.
Damian picks up his lute and follows “I was possessed by abyssal forces one time. Got over it though.”
“Well, at least that means I’ll probably have plenty to do while I’m here.”
“What are we looking at in terms of invasion? I could I wipe everything away with fireballs?”
“I don’t know if anything is still there. From what I heard, a very minor demon lord created a tunnel in the earth leading to his own layer, but the pit has just stood silent for a while. There may be nothing, but it could still be active.”
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 52 damage (DC 18)
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
Damian waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
Damian waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
She does not follow, being unable to levitate or feather fall.
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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.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
Damian waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
She does not follow, being unable to levitate or feather fall.
He casts Fly and tries to fly back up, making sure to make small hops off of the walls to boost speed.
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“Well, as long as you don’t fall in.” She exits the inn and heads southwest through the woods.
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 picks up his lute and follows “I was possessed by abyssal forces one time. Got over it though.”
“Well, at least that means I’ll probably have plenty to do while I’m here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What are we looking at in terms of invasion? I could I wipe everything away with fireballs?”
“I don’t know if anything is still there. From what I heard, a very minor demon lord created a tunnel in the earth leading to his own layer, but the pit has just stood silent for a while. There may be nothing, but it could still be active.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut.*
He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
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 walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 52 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
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 should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
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’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
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 waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
She does not follow, being unable to levitate or feather fall.
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 casts Fly and tries to fly back up, making sure to make small hops off of the walls to boost speed.