*[holds up cat who is dressed up as Jesus] W H O A R E Y O U ?*
*merely a continuation of a manifestation. A shadow of an echo. Nothing less, nothing more.*
*[SCREAMS IN FEAR]*
*And yes, I wish to rp. Do you want to go with Allison, who threw up acidic bile yesterday, Stroth, who is currently sticking her hand down the Shadow Wizards throat, or someone else you have in mind?*
*Maybe Allison and Alix?*
Allison is outside, taking a walk, humming to herself.
Alix is swimming in lake.
Mauric is bustling about town, getting the last few things he’ll need for the wedding.\
Suhou is cautiously traveling through their river to the lake.
Alison looks over, a brow raised. She watches for a moment.
Alix, who was trying to see how long he could hold his breath. He surfaces like a whale.
Mauric is carrying several precariously-positioned parcels and begins heading back toward the Inn.
Suhou is striding carefully along the bed of the lake, their brightly glowing body visible from the surface.
She continues to watch, kinda walking back to continue watching.
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 always make sure to study up on major threats when I enter a new stalking ground. I'm pleased to see that you surpass expectations. I'll make sure my Spectres keep identifying marks so that you can tell which ones are working for me."
"Good, I wouldn't want to kill anyone working for you." He smiles, "Entertain me if ya would, what were your expectations exactly? I wasn't sure I was that well known before taday." *One thing I commend you on more than anything, is you can implement yourself into other people's stories really well, I love it.*
*What do you mean by that? I don't entirely understand, but I do appreciate your compliments.*
"You weren't. Most folks that have anything in particular to say about you are either dead or not willing to talk to me without levels of 'persuasion' I dislike implementing. However, I did manage to get some records from the local hunter's guilds, ones that track just about everyone. Of course, they didn't give them up willingly, but I needed a clear picture, and some temporary blindness, deafness, and broken bones were a worthy sacrifice. You have some decent numbers. Hunters are usually given a 'leaderboard score' based on the power level of all the monsters they defeat added together. You have some of the highest numbers I've seen despite your relatively low kill rates. I expected a soft-spoken sociopath with no compassion or qualms. But Southern Hospitality still seems to apply all the way out here."
Traitor and Kiko walk back to the Inn together after discussing the events surrounding both of their origins. There isn't any way the two can be rejoined or Kiko's body restored to what it was- doubly so while the spirit of the Last Traitor is present, and she'll be sticking around for a while.
The Eyeless Traitor stands beside Kiko, looking around the Inn. For a reason that Eyeless can't quite place, she feels extra incentive to keep Kiko safe.
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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)
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
The scales on Riotan’s hand fall off to reveal a perfect replica of the robed man’s hand.
He frowns in the shadow of his robe.
“Oh, did I get a detail wrong?”
"Mocking or mimicking a shadow wizard is punishable by death." he says evenly
“But isn’t imitation the highest form of flattery?”
"No." he that cups his hands and makes a bullet out of thin air, firing it at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 20
It misses by about seven inches. “Aw, sorry about that, dude.” Riotan says sincerely. “I can stab myself for you, if you like. I‘d hate to disappoint.”
His eye gleams as he fires the spell three more times.
Attack: 14 Damage: 13
Attack: 17 Damage: 20
Attack: 23 Damage: 18
The first two miss, and the third bounces off his scales. “Oh wow, sorry about that too. Gotta be reeeeeal annoying.”
He glares, raising one hand as a green glow appears.
*meet the alt*
”Ooh, I can do that too.” The runes on Riotan’s arm turn a sickly lime color and a small bubble of sizzling, vivid green acid materializes and floats just above the palm of his hand.
“NUKE RADIO!!! WE MAKE YOUR EARDRUMS BLEED!” *please make a wis save. DC:18*
*warning: nuking is now legal… worldwide*
13
*fail*
There is a loud boom as you are deafened and take 52
*Riotan is immune to being deafened. Would that affect the way the damage takes effect or just the condition?*
*nope. He would still take the damage from the loud noise*
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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.
*Hey Wendi. would you mind helping me test out my new characters combat prowess?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is ripping apart a deer's insides, eating them with a hunger that is on level with a otyugh.
The Wizard is watching from a close distance
She is bathed in its blood, her arms and face covered in it. She stands up, slurping up the lower intestine.
"Disgusting." he says softly.
Her head snaps towards them "Disgusting? I am disgusting because I am hungry? Because I am eating?"
"The blood all over your face." he says simply, walking in a circle around them, hands, feet, and face hidden
She stands up, chuckling, her laugh demonic "No no no no, I am not disgusting. You are disgusting for finding me disgusting and not minding your own business."
He raises a palm, one eye gleaming. "Perhaps we should settle this, Stroth."
"Oh, you know my name huh? I can assure you this my friend, if you start this, it won't end well for you." she flicks her wrist, a cane made of black glass suddenly forming in her hand.
"Well. We'll see." he says as three bullets form, launching at her.
She is able to dodge each bullet, chuckling madly "Really? C'mon bud, you can do better!" She chirps, making a symbol in the air. Black smoke begins to wrap around her, the area becoming obscure and hard to see more than a foot in front of your face. He now has a disadvantage on any WIS saves in terms of recognizing the area around him or to figure out where she is. She appears behind him, her hands prying open his mouth, sticking her hand down it, giggling madly.
A green orb appears above him. “NUKE RADIO!!! WE MAKE YOUR EARDRUMS BLEED!” *please make a wis save. DC:18*
She raises a brow, looking a bit annoyed. [WIS: 23 ]
*Alright. She is not deafened take half of 44 *
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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.
*Hey Wendi. would you mind helping me test out my new characters combat prowess?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is ripping apart a deer's insides, eating them with a hunger that is on level with a otyugh.
The Wizard is watching from a close distance
She is bathed in its blood, her arms and face covered in it. She stands up, slurping up the lower intestine.
"Disgusting." he says softly.
Her head snaps towards them "Disgusting? I am disgusting because I am hungry? Because I am eating?"
"The blood all over your face." he says simply, walking in a circle around them, hands, feet, and face hidden
She stands up, chuckling, her laugh demonic "No no no no, I am not disgusting. You are disgusting for finding me disgusting and not minding your own business."
He raises a palm, one eye gleaming. "Perhaps we should settle this, Stroth."
"Oh, you know my name huh? I can assure you this my friend, if you start this, it won't end well for you." she flicks her wrist, a cane made of black glass suddenly forming in her hand.
"Well. We'll see." he says as three bullets form, launching at her.
She is able to dodge each bullet, chuckling madly "Really? C'mon bud, you can do better!" She chirps, making a symbol in the air. Black smoke begins to wrap around her, the area becoming obscure and hard to see more than a foot in front of your face. He now has a disadvantage on any WIS saves in terms of recognizing the area around him or to figure out where she is. She appears behind him, her hands prying open his mouth, sticking her hand down it, giggling madly.
A green orb appears above him. “NUKE RADIO!!! WE MAKE YOUR EARDRUMS BLEED!” *please make a wis save. DC:18*
She raises a brow, looking a bit annoyed. [WIS: 23 ]
*Alright. She is not deafened take half of 60 *
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 22 Slashing Damage + 10 Necrotic Damage]
"I always make sure to study up on major threats when I enter a new stalking ground. I'm pleased to see that you surpass expectations. I'll make sure my Spectres keep identifying marks so that you can tell which ones are working for me."
"Good, I wouldn't want to kill anyone working for you." He smiles, "Entertain me if ya would, what were your expectations exactly? I wasn't sure I was that well known before taday." *One thing I commend you on more than anything, is you can implement yourself into other people's stories really well, I love it.*
*What do you mean by that? I don't entirely understand, but I do appreciate your compliments.*
"You weren't. Most folks that have anything in particular to say about you are either dead or not willing to talk to me without levels of 'persuasion' I dislike implementing. However, I did manage to get some records from the local hunter's guilds, ones that track just about everyone. Of course, they didn't give them up willingly, but I needed a clear picture, and some temporary blindness, deafness, and broken bones were a worthy sacrifice. You have some decent numbers. Hunters are usually given a 'leaderboard score' based on the power level of all the monsters they defeat added together. You have some of the highest numbers I've seen despite your relatively low kill rates. I expected a soft-spoken sociopath with no compassion or qualms. But Southern Hospitality still seems to apply all the way out here."
*You just add substories to character interactions, like Prospero being a huge fan of Goku or Felix appreciating what Guts did during the Eclipse.*
He tips his hat once more "Thank ya for the compliments there pardner. Southern Hospitality is what I was raised with, so it's the least I can give to anybody else. Interestin' that my record's so high, I ain't ever checked it before, so hearin' I'm pretty high up is a real good boost to the spirits. No pun intended." He chuckles genuinely "Hope ya found what ya learned to be worth the losses. I'm not sure I'd give up the same without a fight, you really are willin' to go through with all this."
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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.'
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 31 Slashing Damage + 11 Necrotic Damage]
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
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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.
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 31 Slashing Damage + 11 Necrotic Damage]
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
*She has an advantage on spells of any kind. If this is a spell, she now has advantage. If this attack is nonmagical, it doesn't hurt her at all: DEX: 26*
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 31 Slashing Damage + 11 Necrotic Damage]
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
*She has an advantage on spells of any kind. If this is a spell, she now has advantage. If this attack is nonmagical, it doesn't hurt her at all: DEX: 26*
*Your killing me here :< *
As she dodges the bullets some graze and strike her but not many. Take half of 60
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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.
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 31 Slashing Damage + 11 Necrotic Damage]
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
*She has an advantage on spells of any kind. If this is a spell, she now has advantage. If this attack is nonmagical, it doesn't hurt her at all: DEX: 26*
*Your killing me here :< *
As she dodges the bullets some graze and strike her but not many. Take half of 69
*She is, unfortunately, powerful.*
She giggles and tilts her head, tapping her staff on the ground. (Make me an INT save [DC: 24])
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 31 Slashing Damage + 11 Necrotic Damage]
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
*She has an advantage on spells of any kind. If this is a spell, she now has advantage. If this attack is nonmagical, it doesn't hurt her at all: DEX: 26*
*Your killing me here :< *
As she dodges the bullets some graze and strike her but not many. Take half of 69
*She is, unfortunately, powerful.*
She giggles and tilts her head, tapping her staff on the ground. (Make me an INT save [DC: 24])
*Clearly :< *
INT: 18
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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.
He begins shooting from the alleyway, still hidden. To hit:19 21 13 13 18 19 Damage:32 35 30 30 28 29
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.)
He smiles at her "I promise I won't get hurt. Just for you." He hugs her, just a bit "Do you want to do anything?"
She nods understandingly "Yes Father. Thank you, I believe I knew the right choice, I just needed to hear it."
She shakes her head "Don't be, I'm a soldier, not some lady with her dresses."
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.)
She continues to watch, kinda walking back to continue watching.
he dives back down, diving down.
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
(hello again)
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
*What do you mean by that? I don't entirely understand, but I do appreciate your compliments.*
"You weren't. Most folks that have anything in particular to say about you are either dead or not willing to talk to me without levels of 'persuasion' I dislike implementing. However, I did manage to get some records from the local hunter's guilds, ones that track just about everyone. Of course, they didn't give them up willingly, but I needed a clear picture, and some temporary blindness, deafness, and broken bones were a worthy sacrifice. You have some decent numbers. Hunters are usually given a 'leaderboard score' based on the power level of all the monsters they defeat added together. You have some of the highest numbers I've seen despite your relatively low kill rates. I expected a soft-spoken sociopath with no compassion or qualms. But Southern Hospitality still seems to apply all the way out here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Traitor and Kiko walk back to the Inn together after discussing the events surrounding both of their origins. There isn't any way the two can be rejoined or Kiko's body restored to what it was- doubly so while the spirit of the Last Traitor is present, and she'll be sticking around for a while.
The Eyeless Traitor stands beside Kiko, looking around the Inn. For a reason that Eyeless can't quite place, she feels extra incentive to keep Kiko safe.
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)
She shrugs "Not really? Why? Got plans?" She teases.
"Always follow your gut dear." He nods "You know your morals."
"Ah, sorry still.. I know whats its like to be misgendered.."
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
(you open Wendigo?)
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
*nope. He would still take the damage from the loud noise*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alright. She is not deafened take half of 44 *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She doesn't seem affected, grabbing something down his throat and pulling it outwards. His stomach comes out of his mouth alongside his internal organs. The Shadow wraps around his body as the orb attacks, stinging necrotic energy seeping into his flesh. [Take: 22 Slashing Damage + 10 Necrotic Damage]
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
*You just add substories to character interactions, like Prospero being a huge fan of Goku or Felix appreciating what Guts did during the Eclipse.*
He tips his hat once more "Thank ya for the compliments there pardner. Southern Hospitality is what I was raised with, so it's the least I can give to anybody else. Interestin' that my record's so high, I ain't ever checked it before, so hearin' I'm pretty high up is a real good boost to the spirits. No pun intended." He chuckles genuinely "Hope ya found what ya learned to be worth the losses. I'm not sure I'd give up the same without a fight, you really are willin' to go through with all this."
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.)
The Wizard grunts in pain as he teleports away, shoving his internal stuffs back inside with a shrug. He starts to float, his robes fluttering around him. "Well well." he says, raising his palm as a bunch more wizards appear in different colored robes. The all raise their palms upward as a crap ton of bullets rain down. *Dex save of 19 or higher. make the save with disadvantage cause of the speed of the bullets*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I've got nothing planned other than being with you, unless you've got something else planned." He laughs.
She bows, grabs a nearby club like object from her prayer spot, and walks away after saying thanks again.
She shakes her head "No, when it comes to being a woman you're right about me, but I ain't a ma'am. What's ya gender?"
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.)
"You want to go somewhere or get something to eat?" She asked, looking up.
He waves to her as she leaves.
"Transgender.. I am a guy."
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
*She has an advantage on spells of any kind. If this is a spell, she now has advantage. If this attack is nonmagical, it doesn't hurt her at all: DEX: 26*
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
*Your killing me here :< *
As she dodges the bullets some graze and strike her but not many. Take half of 60
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is, unfortunately, powerful.*
She giggles and tilts her head, tapping her staff on the ground. (Make me an INT save [DC: 24])
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
*Clearly :< *
INT: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's been a few hours since I've eaten, why not?" He removes his arms from wrapped around her, his hair messy as he smiles.
"Hmm, good for you, know what you are in your heart."
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.)