"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
*The fastest interaction we've done.*
*Wow!*
*Do you wanna hear something stupid I'm think of doing?*
* t e l l *
*A creature, born from the Forgotten Plane of Senses called the being of boba. I love the drink too much and so I was thinking of creating an Eldritch creature that wants to set up it's own tea company to spread its influence via the power of taste. Basically, it looks like a very tall dear but it's torso section is a glass canister with its organs that look like boba.*
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
They continue running, while the Larry watches this closely and jots down this new development.
He pauses, sniffing the air and turning to Larry. "You. I told you to leave me alone. But you couldn't do that could you?"
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
*The fastest interaction we've done.*
*Wow!*
*Do you wanna hear something stupid I'm think of doing?*
* t e l l *
*A creature, born from the Forgotten Plane of Senses called the being of boba. I love the drink too much and so I was thinking of creating an Eldritch creature that wants to set up its own tea company to spread its lower via the power of taste. Basically, it looks like a very tall dear but it's torso section is a glass canister with its organs that look like boba.*
*cool. kinda gross but I really like that element*
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
They continue running, while the Larry watches this closely and jots down this new development.
He pauses, sniffing the air and turning to Larry. "You. I told you to leave me alone. But you couldn't do that could you?"
Stealth for main Larry: 16
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
They continue running, while the Larry watches this closely and jots down this new development.
He pauses, sniffing the air and turning to Larry. "You. I told you to leave me alone. But you couldn't do that could you?"
Stealth for main Larry: 28
William sniffs the air but, because of the rabbit and the Larry being the same scent, he is getting a bit thrown off
William snarls, his teeth bared. (Make me a Wisdom Check)
13
He hears a bowl rip through the wood, the sound of something human hungering for flesh that will never fill a stomach. He is now under the effects of frightened.
William snarls, his teeth bared. (Make me a Wisdom Check)
13
He hears a bowl rip through the wood, the sound of something human hungering for flesh that will never fill a stomach. He is now under the effects of frightened.
Larry begins fleeing at top speed, blood and brine pouring off of their body.
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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 creature, born from the Forgotten Plane of Senses called the being of boba. I love the drink too much and so I was thinking of creating an Eldritch creature that wants to set up it's own tea company to spread its influence via the power of taste. Basically, it looks like a very tall dear but it's torso section is a glass canister with its organs that look like boba.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He pauses, sniffing the air and turning to Larry. "You. I told you to leave me alone. But you couldn't do that could you?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*cool. kinda gross but I really like that element*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sounds like something I would make.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stealth for main Larry: 16
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William sniffs the air but, because of the rabbit and the Larry being the same scent, he is getting a bit thrown off
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*alright, characters for y'all*
Tycho is sat on a roof, cleaning his ornate knife
Georgie is out in the woods, exploring and a bit lost admittedly
Elio is basking in the warm sun
*cut*
The Larry begins covertly escaping.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric clambers up onto the roof to get some fresh tomatoes from his plants.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William snarls, his teeth bared. (Make me a Wisdom Check)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
16
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 hears a bowl rip through the wood, the sound of something human hungering for flesh that will never fill a stomach. He is now under the effects of frightened.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Larry begins fleeing at top speed, blood and brine pouring off of their body.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Tycho looks over for a moment
Thirteen pushes the ale away. “I don’t drink.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric smiles at him as he plucks a tomato. “Hi!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.