*I wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
They get up from the rocking chair, looking at the Shadow wizard, tipping their hat in greeting as they approach.
He throws up a peace sign, watching them
He nods, "Howdy, name's Sparrow Valentine, yours?"
"I have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
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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 Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
She looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
"I'm doing just swell! I- wait a minute, how did you..." She looks confused for a moment before realizing that where she's standing is, in fact, in direct sunlight. "...Ah, that's how."
"did you think you were hidden?"
"Not hidden, per se, but... something similar." Omori takes a step back into the shade, their identity inexplicably growing a touch more ambiguous as she does.
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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 Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
She looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
"I'm doing just swell! I- wait a minute, how did you..." She looks confused for a moment before realizing that where she's standing is, in fact, in direct sunlight. "...Ah, that's how."
"did you think you were hidden?"
"Not hidden, per se, but... something similar." Omori takes a step back into the shade, their identity inexplicably growing a touch more ambiguous as she does.
he nods "i see"
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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
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
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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 have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
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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 other Spectres cower and do nothing. Charlie breathes deeply. "I would prefer you use the term 'genocide,' as it is far more apt for your job description. Intelligence is the key difference. Actually, nevermind. I forgot that in the eyes of a hunter, any being can be sub-human, treated like vermin so long as your boss says so. I've met enough orc and goblin Spectres to know how painful a reality that is. The word 'extermination' makes me angry when used like that, but it might be a good thing since it drives me to fix the issue. And before you ask, I am fully aware of how dangerous your people are and have no intention of fighting you in any way that might get me or anyone else hurt."
He shakes his head "You've got me mistaken, I ain't mean ya called vermin. I'd exterminate a human fast as anythin' else. I don't care what my boss thinks, everyone is equal in the eyes of death, so everyone is equal to me. I apologize for what some of my brothers in huntin' may have done to you or the people you've met. I'd help ya if I wasn't contracted to hunt supernaturals like ya and these here spectres. I ain't gonna touch ya though, you've proven yaself more human than some people I've met myself." He tips his hat in respect.
They sigh and nod. "I must admit that I am biased against you profession, and heavily so. I don't care about how equal we are in your eyes. We are not equal and we never will be. People use equal, fair, just, good, and right as if they were the same word, when most of them are mutually exclusive. Our world sickens me, so I'm trying to fix it. People in your profession work to maintain the status quo in one way or another, and I would gladly pay you folks off, but you usually already have everything you want other than cold hard cash and guilt-free blood, two things I cannot provide."
"I will phrase this simply: Life is not fair, and it never will be. Death is not fair either, even if it treats everyone equally. I try to fix the unfairness by tipping the scales in whichever direction I choose, whether to help myself or others. I cheat. I will never understand the honor you hunters claim to have, but I cannot say I don't appreciate it when I see it."
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
He looks at them, one of his white eyes gleaming slightly
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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.
*Guys... I got a pulled pork sandwich for lunch.. and there was no sauce on it..*
(that is a sin)
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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
"I have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
*Ooooh. Shadow Wizard Money Gang. I assume this guy loves casting spells?*
He swiftly dodges out of the way of the bullet with a combat roll, pulling out Rosemary and shooting at him once, aiming for his eye, Damage:6 Make a DC 15 Wisdom save or not be able to see farther than 5ft in front of them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
*Ooooh. Shadow Wizard Money Gang. I assume this guy loves casting spells?*
He swiftly dodges out of the way of the bullet with a combat roll, pulling out Rosemary and shooting at him once, aiming for his eye, Damage:8 Make a DC 15 Wisdom save or not be able to see farther than 5ft in front of them.
*oooh yeah!*
WIS: 16
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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.
They tilt their head slightly and steeple their gloved hands, considering this. "I'll need more information in order to help, but what you are suggesting is far from impossible."
"Before I was... this, I was human. I died in my world, and then... something happened. I could think, but I couldn't perceive anything for a long time. I was pushed into the back of my own mind, and someone else took over. When I came to, I was... well, I was here, like this. I just wish I could find a way to go back to who I was."
They sigh. "I'm sorry to say, but the dead usually remain dead where I'm from. I can't make you human again, at least, not on my own. Seek the Eyeless Traitor. Tell her that I sent you, and then tell her your story."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"I have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not hidden, per se, but... something similar." Omori takes a step back into the shade, their identity inexplicably growing a touch more ambiguous as she does.
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)
he nods "i see"
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
*Guys... I got a pulled pork sandwich for lunch.. and there was no sauce on it..*
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
*It was dry wasn't it?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*[sobbing] it is..*
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
*NO SAUCE?!?! HERESY! Anyway welcome back, that sounds absolutely disgusting.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Im actually sad..*
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
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Want to continue Wendigo?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They sigh and nod. "I must admit that I am biased against you profession, and heavily so. I don't care about how equal we are in your eyes. We are not equal and we never will be. People use equal, fair, just, good, and right as if they were the same word, when most of them are mutually exclusive. Our world sickens me, so I'm trying to fix it. People in your profession work to maintain the status quo in one way or another, and I would gladly pay you folks off, but you usually already have everything you want other than cold hard cash and guilt-free blood, two things I cannot provide."
"I will phrase this simply: Life is not fair, and it never will be. Death is not fair either, even if it treats everyone equally. I try to fix the unfairness by tipping the scales in whichever direction I choose, whether to help myself or others. I cheat. I will never understand the honor you hunters claim to have, but I cannot say I don't appreciate it when I see it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[pat pat] There there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks at them, one of his white eyes gleaming slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(that is a sin)
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
She nods, walking over with her blanket pulled over her like a cloak "How are you?"
"I am well sister, I am glad to hear you are well." He nods.
"What are you doing?"
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
*Ooooh. Shadow Wizard Money Gang. I assume this guy loves casting spells?*
He swiftly dodges out of the way of the bullet with a combat roll, pulling out Rosemary and shooting at him once, aiming for his eye, Damage:6 Make a DC 15 Wisdom save or not be able to see farther than 5ft in front of them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*oooh yeah!*
WIS: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They sigh. "I'm sorry to say, but the dead usually remain dead where I'm from. I can't make you human again, at least, not on my own. Seek the Eyeless Traitor. Tell her that I sent you, and then tell her your story."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels