A small box has appeared in front of the door to the inn. It is a six-inch cube made of cardboard, and there is a drop of blood on it.
Raphael opens it
It is extraordinarily heavy. As it is opened, it looks as though it is filled with white fabric with black "pinstripes" painted on it. Then it moves. It keeps shifting like a living creature, until a long, pale arm starts unfolding out of it, the fabric making up what looks like an overcoat.
Raphael steps away, giving it space
*Detect good and evil*
*It registers*
The thing inside unfolds into a tall, dull-looking humanoid in a crudely made pinstriped suit over a grey jumpsuit splattered in rust-red. The jumpsuit's text is obscured, but what can be read reads "...ford Asylum for t..."
The towering figure (about 6' 6") puts on a hat that matches his suit.
*Yes, what are they?*
Raphael waves. "Who are you?"
*Detect E&G doesn't actually tell you, but undead*
"August Wilkosz. Do you have water inside?" Its voice has a strange quality to it, like a crackling fire.
*I read it as it does but sure*
"Yes there is, nice to meet you August."
"Thank you." He holds out his hand. "It is nice to meet you too, sir. What is your name?"
"Raphael." They say, shaking it, feeling ill at ease
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A tree trunk has a knot hole in it, a bright light appears from in it.
Lazarus knocks on it
A hand reaches out and pulls him inside of it even though it seems way to small. Suddenly Lazarus is in a mansion-like foyer with two sets of wooden stairs leading upwards to somewhere. The floor is made of black marble with white veins. The walls are made of dark wood and green paint. Large pictures in heavy frames decorate the walls along with magical items in glass cases.
A man stands in front of you and helps you up. He stands about 5'8-5'9 with pale skin, raven black hair that is a bit greyed but kept neat, and wears a steel-blue tunic with bandages wrapped around his arms. He smiles "Forgive me but you shouldn't just knock on tree knots that glow" he said
"Forgive me my insult. I shall refrain from doing so in the future."
"Its ok" he says and kneels down to the hole to the outside "these tend to manifest often when magic breaks and reforms"
"May I request for more information?"
The man clears his throat "well lets begin with introductions first. Im Gilbert Kaz, Sorcerer, Wizard, so on and so forth." He said "Now to your request. When magic is built up in a demiplane like this, the edges corrode a bit and that causes magic to build up upon itself like a brick stacked with other bricks. What you just been pulled through is a fracture in a demiplane."
"And a way out?"
"I can send you back out if you'd wish" he said and bowed "quite sorry for the hiccup in your day"
"I accept your apology. Thank you." They say, waiting for them leaving
Kaz raises a hand in the air and closes his eyes "I wish they were h- Oh wait!" He said and stopped mid-spell. "I can just use the door" he said and walked over to a door on the wall that, once opened, led straight into the tavern "there you go"
They nod exiting. "A pleasure to meet you. Say... do you own me now?"
"heavens no!" Kaz says "Just happy to meet someone for once!"
"How long have you been alone?"
"Hah!........More then a thousands years..." he says and chuckles
"And now your free?"
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A tree trunk has a knot hole in it, a bright light appears from in it.
Lazarus knocks on it
A hand reaches out and pulls him inside of it even though it seems way to small. Suddenly Lazarus is in a mansion-like foyer with two sets of wooden stairs leading upwards to somewhere. The floor is made of black marble with white veins. The walls are made of dark wood and green paint. Large pictures in heavy frames decorate the walls along with magical items in glass cases.
A man stands in front of you and helps you up. He stands about 5'8-5'9 with pale skin, raven black hair that is a bit greyed but kept neat, and wears a steel-blue tunic with bandages wrapped around his arms. He smiles "Forgive me but you shouldn't just knock on tree knots that glow" he said
"Forgive me my insult. I shall refrain from doing so in the future."
"Its ok" he says and kneels down to the hole to the outside "these tend to manifest often when magic breaks and reforms"
"May I request for more information?"
The man clears his throat "well lets begin with introductions first. Im Gilbert Kaz, Sorcerer, Wizard, so on and so forth." He said "Now to your request. When magic is built up in a demiplane like this, the edges corrode a bit and that causes magic to build up upon itself like a brick stacked with other bricks. What you just been pulled through is a fracture in a demiplane."
"And a way out?"
"I can send you back out if you'd wish" he said and bowed "quite sorry for the hiccup in your day"
"I accept your apology. Thank you." They say, waiting for them leaving
Kaz raises a hand in the air and closes his eyes "I wish they were h- Oh wait!" He said and stopped mid-spell. "I can just use the door" he said and walked over to a door on the wall that, once opened, led straight into the tavern "there you go"
They nod exiting. "A pleasure to meet you. Say... do you own me now?"
"heavens no!" Kaz says "Just happy to meet someone for once!"
"How long have you been alone?"
"Hah!........More then a thousands years..." he says and chuckles
A small box has appeared in front of the door to the inn. It is a six-inch cube made of cardboard, and there is a drop of blood on it.
Raphael opens it
It is extraordinarily heavy. As it is opened, it looks as though it is filled with white fabric with black "pinstripes" painted on it. Then it moves. It keeps shifting like a living creature, until a long, pale arm starts unfolding out of it, the fabric making up what looks like an overcoat.
Raphael steps away, giving it space
*Detect good and evil*
*It registers*
The thing inside unfolds into a tall, dull-looking humanoid in a crudely made pinstriped suit over a grey jumpsuit splattered in rust-red. The jumpsuit's text is obscured, but what can be read reads "...ford Asylum for t..."
The towering figure (about 6' 6") puts on a hat that matches his suit.
*Yes, what are they?*
Raphael waves. "Who are you?"
*Detect E&G doesn't actually tell you, but undead*
"August Wilkosz. Do you have water inside?" Its voice has a strange quality to it, like a crackling fire.
*I read it as it does but sure*
"Yes there is, nice to meet you August."
"Thank you." He holds out his hand. "It is nice to meet you too, sir. What is your name?"
"Raphael." They say, shaking it, feeling ill at ease
*Sorry, thought you left.*
Raphael senses incredible amounts of dark power as he touches the man's hand. The fact that this creature can contain that much power without outwardly showing it is terrifying on its own.
"Well, then, thank you for letting me out of my box."
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
A tree trunk has a knot hole in it, a bright light appears from in it.
Lazarus knocks on it
A hand reaches out and pulls him inside of it even though it seems way to small. Suddenly Lazarus is in a mansion-like foyer with two sets of wooden stairs leading upwards to somewhere. The floor is made of black marble with white veins. The walls are made of dark wood and green paint. Large pictures in heavy frames decorate the walls along with magical items in glass cases.
A man stands in front of you and helps you up. He stands about 5'8-5'9 with pale skin, raven black hair that is a bit greyed but kept neat, and wears a steel-blue tunic with bandages wrapped around his arms. He smiles "Forgive me but you shouldn't just knock on tree knots that glow" he said
"Forgive me my insult. I shall refrain from doing so in the future."
"Its ok" he says and kneels down to the hole to the outside "these tend to manifest often when magic breaks and reforms"
"May I request for more information?"
The man clears his throat "well lets begin with introductions first. Im Gilbert Kaz, Sorcerer, Wizard, so on and so forth." He said "Now to your request. When magic is built up in a demiplane like this, the edges corrode a bit and that causes magic to build up upon itself like a brick stacked with other bricks. What you just been pulled through is a fracture in a demiplane."
"And a way out?"
"I can send you back out if you'd wish" he said and bowed "quite sorry for the hiccup in your day"
"I accept your apology. Thank you." They say, waiting for them leaving
Kaz raises a hand in the air and closes his eyes "I wish they were h- Oh wait!" He said and stopped mid-spell. "I can just use the door" he said and walked over to a door on the wall that, once opened, led straight into the tavern "there you go"
They nod exiting. "A pleasure to meet you. Say... do you own me now?"
"heavens no!" Kaz says "Just happy to meet someone for once!"
"How long have you been alone?"
"Hah!........More then a thousands years..." he says and chuckles
"And now your free?"
"I am free just.... alone"
"Why don't you leave?"
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A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
Throden-Ihtros waves. "Do you require substance currently?"
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A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
August walks into the inn, having to duck his head to fit in the door. The lights dim as he enters. "A glass of water, please."
Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
"My name is August."
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
"Raphael." They say, shaking it, feeling ill at ease
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Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"And now your free?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I am free just.... alone"
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
*Sorry, thought you left.*
Raphael senses incredible amounts of dark power as he touches the man's hand. The fact that this creature can contain that much power without outwardly showing it is terrifying on its own.
"Well, then, thank you for letting me out of my box."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My name is August."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Chimera sorta jsut keeps them tackled/grappled, not saying anything
She blinks back
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan grumbles and suddenly bit into the chimera's skin, "GET OFF!!"
It blinks again.
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
*Ok, intro time :D*
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Have the Chimera make a strength save*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Its like biting into a rock. The chimera's tail wraps around Xan's neck, pulling his head back to the floor, "No."
She blinks back a couple feet
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why don't you leave?"
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"The (GP)!" Xan said "What in the hells are you doing!!"
It blinks again and disappears.
(I may have to go in a bit and may come back soon)
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
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Throden-Ihtros waves. "Do you require substance currently?"
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I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fail. The Chimera is pushed 5 feet, off of Xan.*
August looks on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels