He gives her a little kiss "That sure ain't good then. They probably won't find this camp for a bit, but they sure as [gp] know I'm nearby, and wont stop til they find me."
Stroth hisses and jumps down, beginning to summon stone pillars around the camp.
He stands up, just putting his hands in his hips and watching "What are ya doin' there?"
"Setting up Warding Glyphs just in case of emergency around your camp.. They should keep anything out." She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
He takes his hat off and gets up, hugging her from behind "You really are amazin' aren't ya. He holds her tight, looking to the wards "I wouldn't have thought of anythin' half this good.""
Her ears turn red as she laughs a bit "I am not amazing.." She rolls her eyes "I don't want to let you get hurt."
He smiles at her laughter, music to his ears "You really are, no matter what you think. The best I could have done is ropes and bells."
She makes a numerous amount of noises consistent with a hiss, getting flustered and grinning madly "I can teach you some basic spells if you want."
He gives her a little grin of his own "That would be absolutely great, but then again, any excuse to spend time with you is great."
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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.'
Thirteen is magically assembling the skin pieces with Paracelsus, arranging them in the shape of the lesser necrotic glyph.
It's much more Thirteen than Paracelsus, more them watching and learning, writing notes as well as making highly detailed drawings.
“Now, the fact that the skin animates is due to three important factors. The most important is the way in which the sample’s “donor” passed. If it was a painful or humiliating death, it is much more likely to have a lingering and persistent bit of life about it. The residual magic of the mending spell also proves helpful, and the glyph channels energy from the Negative Plane. These are the elements that lead to the easy artificial animation of a boneless.” He tells her as he seals the pieces together into a blanketlike shape.
She writes it all down as quickly as she can, refined writing for every word he said " So its some kind of vengeful spirit principle that allows that life force to persist and be harnessed by the glyphs and Mending spell?" She writes down her own question, illustrating the glyph "And when you say boneless do you mean animated skeletons like those found in crypts made by necromancers or something else?"
“The mending spell merely helps more effectively seal any remaining animating essence inside the skin, and the lesser necrotic glyph being formed by the seams provides constant energy to the spirit, such that it may act and be powered as though it lived, essentially replacing the supportive function of the missing rest of the soul. And ‘boneless’ is the name for what we’re making here, since it, well… lacks bones.”
She nods "Hmm a practical name. So it is more meant to empower what is already there than prove a sort of outside energy source. I don't have the sort of magical power you have access to, but I can see how this is done."
“At the moment you may not, but wizardry is astonishingly mundane compared to things like the magic of druids or warlocks. It’s less so ‘channeling’ and far more ‘commanding’. By speaking to the universe through the correct lexicon, you may achieve hitherto-unthinkably powerful acts of magic. All that is required is patience, study, and maybe a little luck.”
She nods along, writing all of that down, muttering to herself "Hmm, interesting." She takes one of the mushrooms that grew off her body, opening a piece of the mask, revealing dark chocolate skin as she eats the mushroom, before putting the mask back on.
“Now see how those factors, along with a light spell to stimulate the latent spirit-” He presses a finger to the center of the necrotic glyph, and the carpet of dead skin begins to undulate feebly. “-create something beyond life itself.”
She turns the page, illustrating the new development as well, especially the dead skin "Hmm, you are quite the expert in this truly. Oh I haven't introduced myself, Paracelsus."
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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.'
*Good evening, do you know any good monsters? Did you ever swerve your car at today's top speed of 35 miles an hour into an automobile? Do you ever do the dishes for your wife? I should say not! Mrs. Carter doesn't really mind washing her teflon-coated pans. New, vital and fashionable! Fond of children? Well, it's only natural! Yes, you can't get away from it. There are branches everywhere. And it's safe? Yes, sir!*
The rat masked men are dead or close to it by the Hand of God members. They turn to Deji, weapons raised.
He kicks the corpse of the rat masked man away from him, picking up his borgor, and beginning to eat, still in his Devil weapon form.
*Theren? Continue?*
*Yeah sorry*
"Who are you?" one member of the Hand asks
He makes the chainsaws sprout from his arms "I'm Denji!" He says madly, cackling.
"Demon..." another hisses.
He stops, going silent, looking at the one that said that with mad eyes.
There is a bunch of clicks as blessed pistol rounds are loaded into their guns
Before they get a chance to shoot, he rushes, sticking his chainsaw arm into the chest of the first person he sees, turning it on. To hit:1316 Damage:1521
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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.'
*Good morning I got my knuckle cut open!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gives her a little grin of his own "That would be absolutely great, but then again, any excuse to spend time with you is great."
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.)
Theren is unconscious, his body burned in places, sigils smudged on his skin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She turns the page, illustrating the new development as well, especially the dead skin "Hmm, you are quite the expert in this truly. Oh I haven't introduced myself, Paracelsus."
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.)
*Theren? Continue?*
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.)
*Yeah sorry*
"Who are you?" one member of the Hand asks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh no D:*
*What happened?*
*idiotic teammate decided to let go of a tape measurer from 16ft away*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*-sigh- dummies*
*yeah... :/*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hope its bandaged*
*Yeah it is it is*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He makes the chainsaws sprout from his arms "I'm Denji!" He says madly, cackling.
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.)
*Good :>*
"Demon..." another hisses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*mhm. it doesn't hurt anymore tho*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stops, going silent, looking at the one that said that with mad eyes.
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.)
There is a bunch of clicks as blessed pistol rounds are loaded into their guns
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good evening, do you know any good monsters?
Did you ever swerve your car at today's top speed of 35 miles an hour into an automobile?
Do you ever do the dishes for your wife?
I should say not!
Mrs. Carter doesn't really mind washing her teflon-coated pans.
New, vital and fashionable!
Fond of children?
Well, it's only natural!
Yes, you can't get away from it.
There are branches everywhere.
And it's safe?
Yes, sir!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Before they get a chance to shoot, he rushes, sticking his chainsaw arm into the chest of the first person he sees, turning it on. To hit:13 16 Damage:15 21
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.)