*Hello my friends. Been a long time. I'll be coming online truly in a day or two. I think I need to have a discussion with someone from the Tavern...*
*Oh hey, you're back.*
*That I am!*
*So, welcome to lord's rest inn. I think nikoli runs this one.*
*Got some characters, though i'm having trouble balance the ones i want to bring in, the ones i already have in, and old ones i want to use lol*
*Completely understandable! Wendigo was actually the one who found me on Discord and told me about this place, so here I am. Gonna try and bring back Soldaer, Yazrin, and Phantom at the least.*
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
*Ihtros is a ghost*
Ihtros waits for them to disperse
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
*Ihtros is a ghost*
Ihtros waits for them to disperse
*Exactly. If he wasn't dead when he arrived... well, he would be.*
It takes about an hour, but the candles all burn down to nothing. A wave of shadow refreshes the artificial night.
(Spell: Duskfall. Effects: No bright light or sunlight can exist within one mile of the ritual site. In addition, all creatures in the affected area are resistant to fire damage.)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
*Ihtros is a ghost*
Ihtros waits for them to disperse
*Exactly. If he wasn't dead when he arrived... well, he would be.*
It takes about an hour, but the candles all burn down to nothing. A wave of shadow refreshes the artificial night.
(Spell: Duskfall. Effects: No bright light or sunlight can exist within one mile of the ritual site. In addition, all creatures in the affected area are resistant to fire damage.)
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
*Ihtros is a ghost*
Ihtros waits for them to disperse
*Exactly. If he wasn't dead when he arrived... well, he would be.*
It takes about an hour, but the candles all burn down to nothing. A wave of shadow refreshes the artificial night.
(Spell: Duskfall. Effects: No bright light or sunlight can exist within one mile of the ritual site. In addition, all creatures in the affected area are resistant to fire damage.)
*Ah, got it*
Ihtros takes mental notes during all of this
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*See ya dude!*
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
The Baron has returned to the graveyard and is sitting in a circle of black candles with a burning lump of coal in front of him.
He is chanting and signing sigils in the air. It looks like he'll be doing this for a while.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ihtros follows him, circling and seeing what is happening
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*also, characters rn:*
Vivian is outside, enjoying the cold
Catherine is inside, having a cup of coffee, one of her hands fiddeling with the rings on her fingers
-open slot-
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
*Good on em :)*
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
Raphael waves. "How are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Good. Its chilly out" she smiles, having gotten a scarf from somewhere
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
Several undead are scribing a magic circle around him, protecting him against fey. Wraiths, shadows, specters, wights... creatures that despise sunlight, all guarding him. They don't seem to notice or care that Ithros is among them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They chuckle slightly. "you enjoy the cold?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ihtros is a ghost*
Ihtros waits for them to disperse
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yep" She nods
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
*Exactly. If he wasn't dead when he arrived... well, he would be.*
It takes about an hour, but the candles all burn down to nothing. A wave of shadow refreshes the artificial night.
(Spell: Duskfall. Effects: No bright light or sunlight can exist within one mile of the ritual site. In addition, all creatures in the affected area are resistant to fire damage.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just waiting a bit on the characters, lol. Also trying to get a feel for all of these characters ya'll have, lol.*
*Alaric, I have to go for today. I hope to continue the chimera narrative later.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Sure! And bye! have a good day!*
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
*Yeah, these new ones are complicated. Tho idk who i'll bring in to fill the open slot, i'll see what i got*
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
*Ah
*Ah, got it*
Ihtros takes mental notes during all of this
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The Baron gets up from his ritual and starts walking back towards the inn, satisfied with his work.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If I am able to, and do bring back Soldaer, want to bring back Nia to join him? Maybe timewarp the two of them ahead so that the kid is here too?*
Ihtros tries to get his attention
"What was that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now