“That is where it all begins, a lack of understanding. I did not understand that my generosity would be considered weakness until my servants tried to kill me at my weakest point during the leprosy I suffer from.”
"Weakness? They saw it as a...? What?" He seems utterly baffled. "But... generosity is a show of strength! Not just moral, but just general power!" He sighs. "What happened to them?"
He sighs and gestures to his broken blade “I became enraged by their betrayal, and made a rash decision, they believed they could stab me to death before I could even stand, they were wrong.” He puts his mask back on “I failed my people as a ruler.”
"Weakness? They saw it as a...? What?" He seems utterly baffled. "But... generosity is a show of strength! Not just moral, but just general power!" He sighs. "What happened to them?"
He sighs and gestures to his broken blade “I became enraged by their betrayal, and made a rash decision, they believed they could stab me to death before I could even stand, they were wrong.” He puts his mask back on “I failed my people as a ruler.”
"That wasn't you. It was your anger. Anger, lust, hunger, all intoxicants. You didn't know better, and you couldn't have. But... it did set you on the path to wisdom."
*Also, I wrote up a power for Dyshcarist that I like. I might give him a second one to display that he is, in fact, a demon. Not sure what it would be, though.*
Primary Adaptation:
Showboat. Can use displays of prowess to supernaturally awe others. (Can’t turn off it or most secondary adaptations, meaning he can eat constantly and neither gain weight or feel full)
Secondary Adaptations:
Uncanny Insight. Can learn information about a target by looking at them. (Can’t turn it off; must be in-person; blocked by anything, including transparent objects)
Desirable Behaviors. Can pick up and improve at skills extremely quickly. (Requires a person to learn from, so he can’t just read a book)
Tangible Presence. Has a visible aura of power and beauty around him, which can physically effect objects and protect him. (Can’t turn it off; ruins his night vision; shimmers and shines)
Love Absorption. Can regain calories through being loved. (The love must be actively displayed and he must be aware of it)
Special Techniques:
Empathy (Uncanny Insight) Can read peoples’ emotions and tell when they are lying.
Masterful Skills (Desirable Behaviors) Is extremely good at painting, writing, poetry, fashion, mixology, cooking, dancing, singing, tinkering, and identifying antiques
Striking Presence (Tangible Presence) Can form aura into tendrils, arms, tools, clothes, or other shapes that can manipulate or damage objects. (Cannot remove the shining quality of his aura)
Armor of Majesty (Tangible Presence) While surrounded by aura, resistant to light damage and immune to all damage from awed opponents. (Can be broken by massive damage)
Thrallherd (Tangible Presence) Can animate and command mindless/williing creatures and objects by imbuing them with his aura. (Weakens his aura for each controlled creature, thralls have a shine to them)
"Weakness? They saw it as a...? What?" He seems utterly baffled. "But... generosity is a show of strength! Not just moral, but just general power!" He sighs. "What happened to them?"
He sighs and gestures to his broken blade “I became enraged by their betrayal, and made a rash decision, they believed they could stab me to death before I could even stand, they were wrong.” He puts his mask back on “I failed my people as a ruler.”
"That wasn't you. It was your anger. Anger, lust, hunger, all intoxicants. You didn't know better, and you couldn't have. But... it did set you on the path to wisdom."
“At the cost of lives that didn’t need to be spent. I was able to show mercy to those with poor status and conditions despite their words, and as a result I suffered. I may be wise now, but wasn’t wise then, when I needed to be.”
"That wasn't you. It was your anger. Anger, lust, hunger, all intoxicants. You didn't know better, and you couldn't have. But... it did set you on the path to wisdom."
“At the cost of lives that didn’t need to be spent. I was able to show mercy to those with poor status and conditions despite their words, and as a result I suffered. I may be wise now, but wasn’t wise then, when I needed to be.”
"We can't un-make our mistakes. We can only learn from them and move on."
"That wasn't you. It was your anger. Anger, lust, hunger, all intoxicants. You didn't know better, and you couldn't have. But... it did set you on the path to wisdom."
“At the cost of lives that didn’t need to be spent. I was able to show mercy to those with poor status and conditions despite their words, and as a result I suffered. I may be wise now, but wasn’t wise then, when I needed to be.”
"We can't un-make our mistakes. We can only learn from them and move on."
He smilea and nods “You are right, and that begins with helping these who are suffering. Comforting them is only the beginning. We must show them mercy in whatever form we can.”
"We can't un-make our mistakes. We can only learn from them and move on."
He smiles and nods “You are right, and that begins with helping these who are suffering. Comforting them is only the beginning. We must show them mercy in whatever form we can.”
He nods. "I know some people who do that. They're mostly bad guys, but they have good hearts. A lot of people are like that, aren't they?"
*Should I make a character who owns a nature center? That seems like such an out of there idea considering it's a magical world but it seems cool.*
(up to you)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Should I make a character who owns a nature center? That seems like such an out of there idea considering it's a magical world but it seems cool.*
*Many adventurers slaughter "monsters" in droves, without care for the ecosystems of anything, let alone the delicate balance found in dungeons.*
*Too many ideas, very little time.*
(you want to rp?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
"We can't un-make our mistakes. We can only learn from them and move on."
He smiles and nods “You are right, and that begins with helping these who are suffering. Comforting them is only the beginning. We must show them mercy in whatever form we can.”
He nods. "I know some people who do that. They're mostly bad guys, but they have good hearts. A lot of people are like that, aren't they?"
“That’s where the path of wisdom begins for most, as a bad person with a good heart. Where are these people? Or are they the kind of people that come to you?”
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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He sighs and gestures to his broken blade “I became enraged by their betrayal, and made a rash decision, they believed they could stab me to death before I could even stand, they were wrong.” He puts his mask back on “I failed my people as a ruler.”
*man your so lucky*
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 wasn't you. It was your anger. Anger, lust, hunger, all intoxicants. You didn't know better, and you couldn't have. But... it did set you on the path to wisdom."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*anyone wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Only if you make a comment on this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“At the cost of lives that didn’t need to be spent. I was able to show mercy to those with poor status and conditions despite their words, and as a result I suffered. I may be wise now, but wasn’t wise then, when I needed to be.”
*Yeah totally, what who?*
"We can't un-make our mistakes. We can only learn from them and move on."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smilea and nods “You are right, and that begins with helping these who are suffering. Comforting them is only the beginning. We must show them mercy in whatever form we can.”
He nods. "I know some people who do that. They're mostly bad guys, but they have good hearts. A lot of people are like that, aren't they?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Should I make a character who owns a nature center? That seems like such an out of there idea considering it's a magical world but it seems cool.*
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
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(up to you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Many adventurers slaughter "monsters" in droves, without care for the ecosystems of anything, let alone the delicate balance found in dungeons.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Too many ideas, very little time.*
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
(you want to rp?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
*Time is an illusion, but doing what you love is all that’s real.*
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’s where the path of wisdom begins for most, as a bad person with a good heart. Where are these people? Or are they the kind of people that come to you?”
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.