“No, no, I’m very interested to hear what you have to say.”
“You just rest, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.”
"If you die, these wards will go down and we'll be susceptible to monsters. You do realize that?"
He nods, crawling under the covers.
“They don’t keep out monsters. The inn has its own mundane protective field for purely physical purposes. My wards repel extraplanar beings of certain power levels, and any proper wizard, warlock, or paladin of the Oath of the Watchers could maintain them.”
“Sweet dreams. Love you!” Mauric says softly, and exits his room.
"Still....we cant have you dying mate."
"Love you too..." he mumbles, falling asleep
“Oh, so you don’t seem to understand properly. I don’t take actions without contingency or forethought. First of all, I could sustain fatal damage three times before permanently dying, and by that point I doubt any foes could even keep going. If I did pass, I have hundreds of allies, dozens of clones of myself, and THOUSANDS of undead that will rally around me, and every one of my clones and allies are just about equal to my own level of power. Don’t take me for a feeble old elf, Phoenix. The only ones who should think of me that way are my enemies.”
Phoenix crosses his arms and huffs. "Didn't mean to offend. But you also got to take into account I still don't really understand this world and the bloody rules of magic." he grumbes
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Seer notices the Tarnished's hand, moving over to him.
"What's wrong? Not one for madness?"
He stands up slowly, his armor creaking. For the first time he speaks, his voice is soft. "No."
She scoffs, seeming displeased, before drifting back over to Helena. "And what about you? No as well, I assme?"
"Nor do I." she says, standing by the Tarnished.
"Aw, you two are no fun..." She turns back to face the Inn. "Well, I'm going to go back and find a way inside. I'll be watching."
And with that, she is back at around the Inn, trying to break the seals with sheer force.
The Tarnished grabs her arm and yanks her away with a strange amount of strength
She pulls back with a deceptively large amount of strength of her own- though, this strength seems entirely magical in nature. "Now, now- You'll get your chance to challenge me soon enough. Be patient." She returns to trying to brute-force her way through the barrier.
The ground cracks a bit as he yanks back. "No."
STR: 25
He pulls the Seer back away from the Inn- and her arm is pulled off from the force with a sickening snap of bone. There is no blood from the wound. She seems mildly annoyed, but that is all. "When you're done trying to fight me, can you give me that back? It's a pain trying to make another one."
He throws the arm aside, drawing his sword and shield.
"Alright, fine, I'll fight you. Persistent much?" They move over to their arm, picking it up and snapping it back into place with a gut-wrenching crunch of bone. "Though, I do have one question. If you're over here, at the Inn, fighting me..." A sadistic grin creeps up her face.
"Then who's protecting her?"
She appears over by Helena and prepares a base level finger of death.
There is a flash of movement as The Tarnished appears in front of Helena. Helena herself prepares a counterspell.
She casts the spell, with Helena as its target. *unless it's counterspelled* Helena needs to make a DC 21 Constitution save, taking 59 necrotic damage on a fail, or half on a success.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“No, no, I’m very interested to hear what you have to say.”
“You just rest, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.”
"If you die, these wards will go down and we'll be susceptible to monsters. You do realize that?"
He nods, crawling under the covers.
“They don’t keep out monsters. The inn has its own mundane protective field for purely physical purposes. My wards repel extraplanar beings of certain power levels, and any proper wizard, warlock, or paladin of the Oath of the Watchers could maintain them.”
“Sweet dreams. Love you!” Mauric says softly, and exits his room.
"Still....we cant have you dying mate."
"Love you too..." he mumbles, falling asleep
“Oh, so you don’t seem to understand properly. I don’t take actions without contingency or forethought. First of all, I could sustain fatal damage three times before permanently dying, and by that point I doubt any foes could even keep going. If I did pass, I have hundreds of allies, dozens of clones of myself, and THOUSANDS of undead that will rally around me, and every one of my clones and allies are just about equal to my own level of power. Don’t take me for a feeble old elf, Phoenix. The only ones who should think of me that way are my enemies.”
Phoenix crosses his arms and huffs. "Didn't mean to offend. But you also got to take into account I still don't really understand this world and the bloody rules of magic." he grumbes
*”i am the danger skyler” ahh speech*
“Oh, I’m not offended. Just don’t let me dying be one of your worries if it doesn’t have to be.”
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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.
The Seer notices the Tarnished's hand, moving over to him.
"What's wrong? Not one for madness?"
He stands up slowly, his armor creaking. For the first time he speaks, his voice is soft. "No."
She scoffs, seeming displeased, before drifting back over to Helena. "And what about you? No as well, I assme?"
"Nor do I." she says, standing by the Tarnished.
"Aw, you two are no fun..." She turns back to face the Inn. "Well, I'm going to go back and find a way inside. I'll be watching."
And with that, she is back at around the Inn, trying to break the seals with sheer force.
The Tarnished grabs her arm and yanks her away with a strange amount of strength
She pulls back with a deceptively large amount of strength of her own- though, this strength seems entirely magical in nature. "Now, now- You'll get your chance to challenge me soon enough. Be patient." She returns to trying to brute-force her way through the barrier.
The ground cracks a bit as he yanks back. "No."
STR: 25
He pulls the Seer back away from the Inn- and her arm is pulled off from the force with a sickening snap of bone. There is no blood from the wound. She seems mildly annoyed, but that is all. "When you're done trying to fight me, can you give me that back? It's a pain trying to make another one."
He throws the arm aside, drawing his sword and shield.
"Alright, fine, I'll fight you. Persistent much?" They move over to their arm, picking it up and snapping it back into place with a gut-wrenching crunch of bone. "Though, I do have one question. If you're over here, at the Inn, fighting me..." A sadistic grin creeps up her face.
"Then who's protecting her?"
She appears over by Helena and prepares a base level finger of death.
There is a flash of movement as The Tarnished appears in front of Helena. Helena herself prepares a counterspell.
She casts the spell, with Helena as its target. *unless it's counterspelled* Helena needs to make a DC 21 Constitution save, taking 66 necrotic damage on a fail, or half on a success.
She casts counterspell, trying to protect the both of them. The tarnished swings his sword three times.
Attack: 27 Damage: 38
Attack: 25 Damage: 33
Attack: 11 Damage: 31
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No, no, I’m very interested to hear what you have to say.”
“You just rest, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.”
"If you die, these wards will go down and we'll be susceptible to monsters. You do realize that?"
He nods, crawling under the covers.
“They don’t keep out monsters. The inn has its own mundane protective field for purely physical purposes. My wards repel extraplanar beings of certain power levels, and any proper wizard, warlock, or paladin of the Oath of the Watchers could maintain them.”
“Sweet dreams. Love you!” Mauric says softly, and exits his room.
"Still....we cant have you dying mate."
"Love you too..." he mumbles, falling asleep
“Oh, so you don’t seem to understand properly. I don’t take actions without contingency or forethought. First of all, I could sustain fatal damage three times before permanently dying, and by that point I doubt any foes could even keep going. If I did pass, I have hundreds of allies, dozens of clones of myself, and THOUSANDS of undead that will rally around me, and every one of my clones and allies are just about equal to my own level of power. Don’t take me for a feeble old elf, Phoenix. The only ones who should think of me that way are my enemies.”
Phoenix crosses his arms and huffs. "Didn't mean to offend. But you also got to take into account I still don't really understand this world and the bloody rules of magic." he grumbes
*”i am the danger skyler” ahh speech*
“Oh, I’m not offended. Just don’t let me dying be one of your worries if it doesn’t have to be.”
*Fr ;-; *
"I'm still gonna worry Thirteen."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The first and third attack hit, leaving deep cuts in the Seer's flesh. She laughs, not seeming pained in the least.
"Ah, you're a bit stronger than I expected. I'd love to stay and tear you two to ribbons, I truly do, but I have something way more fun I need to plan, and- Goodness, would you look at the time! I simply must be on my way! Remember- I'll be watching!"
And with that, she disappears in a Cheshire Cat-like manner, briefly leaving only piercing yellow eyes and their sadistic smile before they vanish for real.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The first and third attack hit, leaving deep cuts in the Seer's flesh. She laughs, not seeming pained in the least.
"Ah, you're a bit stronger than I expected. I'd love to stay and tear you two to ribbons, I truly do, but I have something way more fun I need to plan, and- Goodness, would you look at the time! I simply must be on my way! Remember- I'll be watching!"
And with that, she disappears in a Cheshire Cat-like manner, briefly leaving only piercing yellow eyes and their sadistic smile before they vanish for real.
*Highest level since she didn't know what was being cast*
The Tarnished looks around, shield raised as Helena stays behind him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A middle-aged woman with a white cane and a seeing-eye german shepherd by her side is walking toward the inn. She has dark skin, dark hair, and what could be assumed to be dark eyes could they be seen under the brim of her baseball cap. She looks like she just got off work at a fast food place, still dressed in the white and yellow waitress uniform, complete with the neck tie and short waist apron. However, she wears a jacket over her shoulders, covered in little charms that look like monstrous little critters arranged out of random parts, but crafted with great care. Clearly not part of any dress code.
Her dog is a healthy-looking weight (german shepherds are supposed to be skinny, not "healthy-looking") and carries even more charms on its harness. It looks very happy to be here, and wags its tail constantly.
Truesight:
The dog isn't a real dog. It looks more like a real version of one of those talismans. It is still very happy to be here, and doesn't seem to be aggressive.
*Good morning. I'm making another monster hunter/Nightmare entity.*
*ooh, do tell*
*I think I explained before that monster powers are basically a pyramid scheme. Any power you give to another creature will be weaker than the previous one. These powers can be just about anything, and since humans are the children of Falderath (aka God), they are some of the most dangerous beings in the universe.*
*But the thing is, Falderath doesn't actually have the power to create life. The Primordial Dark does. So He molded the Dark into a loving wife, who recently disappeared, and with her the ability to create new life. So, other than Falderath, she is likely the strongest being in the universe if the pyramid rule still applies. Or at least, she has the potential to be if she unlocks her true strength.*
*Hunters are a unique breed. I'm still working on the power system, but it's going to be quite soft. As a Hunter, you have one power based on your desires and personality. The more you use it, the stronger your Curse gets. Your Curse is basically your own power (thus your insecurities, guilt, fears etc.) out to get you, and the only way to weaken it is to gain a better understanding of what it is and why it takes the form it does. Your Curse can be anything. It could be a monster that gets stronger, an effect on you that gets more intense, a transformation that spreads across your body, anything. But the Primordial Dark was the one who instated Curses as a rule in the first place. Falderath was not happy, especially since most of the original monsters were her creations in the first place.*
*So all of this isn't just idle worldbuilding. It factors in very, very heavily into the character I'm making. You can guess what's going on.*
*Good morning. I'm making another monster hunter/Nightmare entity.*
*ooh, do tell*
*I think I explained before that monster powers are basically a pyramid scheme. Any power you give to another creature will be weaker than the previous one. These powers can be just about anything, and since humans are the children of Falderath (aka God), they are some of the most dangerous beings in the universe.*
*But the thing is, Falderath doesn't actually have the power to create life. The Primordial Dark does. So He molded the Dark into a loving wife, who recently disappeared, and with her the ability to create new life. So, other than Falderath, she is likely the strongest being in the universe if the pyramid rule still applies. Or at least, she has the potential to be if she unlocks her true strength.*
*Hunters are a unique breed. I'm still working on the power system, but it's going to be quite soft. As a Hunter, you have one power based on your desires and personality. The more you use it, the stronger your Curse gets. Your Curse is basically your own power (thus your insecurities, guilt, fears etc.) out to get you, and the only way to weaken it is to gain a better understanding of what it is and why it takes the form it does. Your Curse can be anything. It could be a monster that gets stronger, an effect on you that gets more intense, a transformation that spreads across your body, anything. But the Primordial Dark was the one who instated Curses as a rule in the first place. Falderath was not happy, especially since most of the original monsters were her creations in the first place.*
*So all of this isn't just idle worldbuilding. It factors in very, very heavily into the character I'm making. You can guess what's going on.*
*Also, not sure if you saw this, Jobah.*
*I saw it, it’s awesome*
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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.
*Okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I ignored you. I didn't see a response, so I assumed you had left before I posted it, especially given how long I took to write it.*
A middle-aged woman with a white cane and a seeing-eye german shepherd by her side is walking toward the inn. She has dark skin, dark hair, and what could be assumed to be dark eyes could they be seen under the brim of her baseball cap. She looks like she just got off work at a fast food place, still dressed in the white and yellow waitress uniform, complete with the neck tie and short waist apron. However, she wears a jacket over her shoulders, covered in little charms that look like monstrous little critters arranged out of random parts, but crafted with great care. Clearly not part of any dress code.
Her dog is a healthy-looking weight (german shepherds are supposed to be skinny, not "healthy-looking") and carries even more charms on its harness. It looks very happy to be here, and wags its tail constantly.
Truesight:
The dog isn't a real dog. It looks more like a real version of one of those talismans. It is still very happy to be here, and doesn't seem to be aggressive.
Riotan sees the woman and dog pass by and decides to follow, tasting the air and trying to discern the nature of the charms’ magic.
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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.
*Okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I ignored you. I didn't see a response, so I assumed you had left before I posted it, especially given how long I took to write it.*
*You’re all good. I’m on mobile right now and my internet connection is complete garbage right now, so I could see it but the editor wouldn’t load to allow me to respond when you originally posted it*
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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 middle-aged woman with a white cane and a seeing-eye german shepherd by her side is walking toward the inn. She has dark skin, dark hair, and what could be assumed to be dark eyes could they be seen under the brim of her baseball cap. She looks like she just got off work at a fast food place, still dressed in the white and yellow waitress uniform, complete with the neck tie and short waist apron. However, she wears a jacket over her shoulders, covered in little charms that look like monstrous little critters arranged out of random parts, but crafted with great care. Clearly not part of any dress code.
Her dog is a healthy-looking weight (german shepherds are supposed to be skinny, not "healthy-looking") and carries even more charms on its harness. It looks very happy to be here, and wags its tail constantly.
Truesight:
The dog isn't a real dog. It looks more like a real version of one of those talismans. It is still very happy to be here, and doesn't seem to be aggressive.
Riotan sees the woman and dog pass by and decides to follow, tasting the air and trying to discern the nature of the charms’ magic.
They seem to be living creatures of varying power levels, each shrunken down and in a dormant state. The woman stops walking after a bit, tapping her walking stick against the ground. The dog turns and gives a happy bark, causing the woman to turn around as well. She sniffs the air. "Ah. Should've expected this." She takes off a charm and tosses it to Riotan, then continues on her way. It looks like a three-eyed frog with horns, a humanoid nose, and centipede legs.
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Phoenix crosses his arms and huffs. "Didn't mean to offend. But you also got to take into account I still don't really understand this world and the bloody rules of magic." he grumbes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She casts the spell, with Helena as its target. *unless it's counterspelled* Helena needs to make a DC 21 Constitution save, taking 59 necrotic damage on a fail, or half on a success.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*”i am the danger skyler” ahh speech*
“Oh, I’m not offended. Just don’t let me dying be one of your worries if it doesn’t have to be.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She casts counterspell, trying to protect the both of them. The tarnished swings his sword three times.
Attack: 27 Damage: 38
Attack: 25 Damage: 33
Attack: 11 Damage: 31
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Fr ;-; *
"I'm still gonna worry Thirteen."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here is the Fey King.*
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=521987621/
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
*Snippet for the battle outside the Inn*
*What level is the counterspell?*
The first and third attack hit, leaving deep cuts in the Seer's flesh. She laughs, not seeming pained in the least.
"Ah, you're a bit stronger than I expected. I'd love to stay and tear you two to ribbons, I truly do, but I have something way more fun I need to plan, and- Goodness, would you look at the time! I simply must be on my way! Remember- I'll be watching!"
And with that, she disappears in a Cheshire Cat-like manner, briefly leaving only piercing yellow eyes and their sadistic smile before they vanish for real.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Highest level since she didn't know what was being cast*
The Tarnished looks around, shield raised as Helena stays behind him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Back for a bit, y'all.*
A middle-aged woman with a white cane and a seeing-eye german shepherd by her side is walking toward the inn. She has dark skin, dark hair, and what could be assumed to be dark eyes could they be seen under the brim of her baseball cap. She looks like she just got off work at a fast food place, still dressed in the white and yellow waitress uniform, complete with the neck tie and short waist apron. However, she wears a jacket over her shoulders, covered in little charms that look like monstrous little critters arranged out of random parts, but crafted with great care. Clearly not part of any dress code.
Her dog is a healthy-looking weight (german shepherds are supposed to be skinny, not "healthy-looking") and carries even more charms on its harness. It looks very happy to be here, and wags its tail constantly.
Truesight:
The dog isn't a real dog. It looks more like a real version of one of those talismans. It is still very happy to be here, and doesn't seem to be aggressive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Guys, I’m alive, but nearly never going to be on today, my brain is in constant pain right now. Care about yall, you are loved, bye!*
*Love you too! Hope things get better for you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hath returned*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey! I introed the hunter, but I don't have a ton of time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also, not sure if you saw this, Jobah.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I saw it, it’s awesome*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I ignored you. I didn't see a response, so I assumed you had left before I posted it, especially given how long I took to write it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Riotan sees the woman and dog pass by and decides to follow, tasting the air and trying to discern the nature of the charms’ magic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You’re all good. I’m on mobile right now and my internet connection is complete garbage right now, so I could see it but the editor wouldn’t load to allow me to respond when you originally posted it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey everybody, I actually feel like hanging out, even if my brain hurts. How y’all doin’ fellas?*
They seem to be living creatures of varying power levels, each shrunken down and in a dormant state. The woman stops walking after a bit, tapping her walking stick against the ground. The dog turns and gives a happy bark, causing the woman to turn around as well. She sniffs the air. "Ah. Should've expected this." She takes off a charm and tosses it to Riotan, then continues on her way. It looks like a three-eyed frog with horns, a humanoid nose, and centipede legs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels