*Guess who’s back for a bit gang? Jester has returned.*
*Cool! I'm considering nerfing Felix.*
*Werent you uping Felix only a few hours ago? Either way, whatever you think is best.*
*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Guess who’s back for a bit gang? Jester has returned.*
*Cool! I'm considering nerfing Felix.*
*Werent you uping Felix only a few hours ago? Either way, whatever you think is best.*
*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
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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.
*I kind of want Felix to meet Morgana. I'm not sure how that would go, though.*
Morgana is sitting on the roof of the tavern, her doves have turned monstrous, like giant cats who sit by her side, glaring at people who walk by.
Felix walks over and looks at the doves, his expression dull. He opens his thick journal and begins reading through it. After a bit, he looks up. "Are those monstrosities? I haven't seen them before."
*Guess who’s back for a bit gang? Jester has returned.*
*Cool! I'm considering nerfing Felix.*
*Werent you uping Felix only a few hours ago? Either way, whatever you think is best.*
*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
*Riotan has no ability to process anime. He is what you might call a hater.*
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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.
"Most hunters I meet don't care. But maybe I only attract a bad breed. I don't know. You have a point, and it seems obvious when you say it, but a lot of monster slayers don't think about subsistence or the environment. They just want to collect their gold. I guess hunter isn't the proper term for them. I guess you could call them butchers, but that would be an insult to butchers. I don't want to say murderer, because they certainly aren't doing anything that bad... I guess I just think they should be kinder. Kindness takes a lot of work, but even animals can learn it, and what are we if we can't learn from the natural world? Ack, I'm rambling again." He sighs. "Hey, you hungry?"
*Also Mauric has been working very hard as janitor for the past three months or so and his serial killings were retconned. Would you say he’s deserving of a promotion?*
*Get's 3 extra gold pieces in the salary, otherwise paid in experience*
*i more meant getting to become an actual chef for the Inn*
*Guess who’s back for a bit gang? Jester has returned.*
*Cool! I'm considering nerfing Felix.*
*Werent you uping Felix only a few hours ago? Either way, whatever you think is best.*
*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
*Riotan has no ability to process anime. He is what you might call a hater.*
*Dont forget that Denji is one of the most insane people I’ve ever played honestly. So that may have had some effect.*
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
it's poorly written, but you can make out retainer and boss and maybe the word fix? "Yes! Job! Boss needs person!"
Rice strokes his chin, "Perhaps... Actually, sure, i don't see a reason why i shouldn't."
"YaaaaaY" he waves his wings wildly. "Close eyes now"
Skeptically, Rice closes his eyes. "This better not be some sort of weird mag-"
the sound and feel of flapping wings surround him, along with a darkness that's light all at the same time, until him and the harpy seem to be in an elegant palace.
Rice gets woozy, "Oh, my god... Ok bird... Harpy... Um... I need a name for you before I continue and offend everyone."
*I was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
*Felix stole a chunk of his life force and can use it as a voodoo doll of his very soul. Then he no-selled a wave of acid and a Dominate Person with ease.*
*I kind of want Felix to meet Morgana. I'm not sure how that would go, though.*
Morgana is sitting on the roof of the tavern, her doves have turned monstrous, like giant cats who sit by her side, glaring at people who walk by.
Felix walks over and looks at the doves, his expression dull. He opens his thick journal and begins reading through it. After a bit, he looks up. "Are those monstrosities? I haven't seen them before."
"Nope. I can assure you that these are no monstrosities in the slightest." She chuckles.
*If it’s not a hassle, I’d enjoy interacting with Stroth and your Fallout character whose name escapes me at the moment*
*Hancock and The Ghoul, otherwise known as Cooper.*
Stroth is dressed in a long black gownnwith spidery lace crawling up her arms and legs. She has her done up in a braided bun, pinned with black leaves. She looks beautiful for an scary woman.
Cooper is walking through the woods, humming to himself the time to "Devil's Price"
Riotan storms back to the Inn, livid, his scales beginning to grow back but flames erupting from his fists and feet as he walks. The grass behind him has his footprints singed into it.
Loriche is calmly sifting impurities out of a small vat of molten cobalt, and begins humming along, though slightly delayed so she can hear how the tune goes and repeat it.
She looks over, grinning. She slinks over, tilting her head to the side "And what has got you angry?" She asks.
He looks up, his hand acting on its own and pulling out his shotgun, eyes narrowed "Who they hell are ya?"
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
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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.
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Garty, the businesslike eldritch shrimp entity, is calmly drifting through the water.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Werent you uping Felix only a few hours ago? Either way, whatever you think is best.*
Morgana is sitting on the roof of the tavern, her doves have turned monstrous, like giant cats who sit by her side, glaring at people who walk by.
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 was reworking his character, not deliberately making him stronger. His numbers are very high, and he scared Riotan off without putting in any effort.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Riotan isn’t really that hard to scare off, Denji did it without even doing anything without being himself.*
“That weasel guy. He stole a representation of my life force and if I make him mad he’ll crush it and try and kill me while I’m weakened.” He grumbles, adjusting his sari.
She holds up her hands, dropping her tongs and sieve. “Calm down pal! I’m just hanging around here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Honestly anyone is better than no one at all.*
Felix walks over and looks at the doves, his expression dull. He opens his thick journal and begins reading through it. After a bit, he looks up. "Are those monstrosities? I haven't seen them before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Riotan has no ability to process anime. He is what you might call a hater.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kinsley nods, "i've never had owl bear before."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Bet, mauric is now Sushi's sous chef.*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Dont forget that Denji is one of the most insane people I’ve ever played honestly. So that may have had some effect.*
Stroth blinks quietly, fixing her dress "Unfortunately.." she said "I would do something but he was able to rip me apart at the seams." She said, sighing "I am sorry.."
He grumbles, holstering it "Thou shalt get sidetracked by (GP) every time.." he rubs his temples "Ave you seen a fella round these parts, red jacket? Tricorner hat?"
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
Rice gets woozy, "Oh, my god... Ok bird... Harpy... Um... I need a name for you before I continue and offend everyone."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Felix stole a chunk of his life force and can use it as a voodoo doll of his very soul. Then he no-selled a wave of acid and a Dominate Person with ease.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I got Stroth, Soul, Czalor, Sable, Cynthia, Brown, Jack, Allison, Kelipso, Yuri, Donn, Ezzi, Oliver, Thane, Teddy,*
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
"Nope. I can assure you that these are no monstrosities in the slightest." She chuckles.
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
*Ima be honest, knowing their names doesn’t help, I know like two of them, whichever ones you think are best.*
“Well I’m getting just about sick of this guy! He thinks he can order us around because he can cook souls or whatever, but we shouldn’t stand for it! We just need to find someone who he’s never faced before. I saw he had some kind of book, and he’s probably written down all kinds of stuff about us already. But if it’s someone he’s never encountered, we might have a fighting chance.”
“Nnnnnnnnope. But what’s that thing you’ve got there? Some kinda staff?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.