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.
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
A sense of pity comes forth, yet he smikles, as forced as it seems, "You're optimistic, thats a good trait to have."
"You pity me but i know how lives work"
"You're alone, right?" He asks, "I can see bits and pieces, but thats sorta accidental."
She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
He sighs, "Its not a gift to me." he says, flipping over the tarrokka cards. The first is a reversed death, the second is the magician, and the third the wheel of fortune
Oval peers over "Magician is good when not reversed so is the wheel of fortune. While the reversed death is not"
"Skills that others don't, everything is meant to come to an end, and a lack of self awareness. THanks." He says to the deck,
"Makes sense" she said and chuckled
"In a way." he nods
Oval chuckles "Whats your name?"
"I'm Horus." He says, eyes flashing for a moment before he rubs them,
"Like the god?"
"Like the god. except i'm not one."
"You have the power like a god"
"Its just divination Oval." He says, but smiles, this time a bit more genuine
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
She giggles again, and boops her head against Ella. As did we, Ella.
"Oh shush. He probably got all sorts of girls"
She giggles, and shakes her head. No. He's been waiting for you, Ella. She boops her head against her again, and seems to be grinning. He truly loves you. Possibly more than he realizes.
"Thats cheesy" she said and chuckled "but i think i feel the same"
She giggles, and wiggles out of Ella's grasp. Then go to him!
She chuckled and stood up "Geez your still very pushy" she said and booped the head of orchid.
She grins, and flies up, landing on Ella's shoulder. Only because I can tell how much you two care and love each other, Ella.
"Don't make me find a way to throw you" she joked
She giggles, and curls around Ella's neck, purring. You wouldn't. She says, smiling, and purring happily.
She picks up the faerie dragon and sets them on the table "Begone with you foul dragon!" she giggles
She giggles, showing a toothy smile. I'll see you over with Iralias, Ella... She says, obviously teasing her, but playfully, before flying off and landing in the rafters above Iralias.
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
A sense of pity comes forth, yet he smikles, as forced as it seems, "You're optimistic, thats a good trait to have."
"You pity me but i know how lives work"
"You're alone, right?" He asks, "I can see bits and pieces, but thats sorta accidental."
She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
He sighs, "Its not a gift to me." he says, flipping over the tarrokka cards. The first is a reversed death, the second is the magician, and the third the wheel of fortune
Oval peers over "Magician is good when not reversed so is the wheel of fortune. While the reversed death is not"
"Skills that others don't, everything is meant to come to an end, and a lack of self awareness. THanks." He says to the deck,
"Makes sense" she said and chuckled
"In a way." he nods
Oval chuckles "Whats your name?"
"I'm Horus." He says, eyes flashing for a moment before he rubs them,
"Like the god?"
"Like the god. except i'm not one."
"You have the power like a god"
"Its just divination Oval." He says, but smiles, this time a bit more genuine
"hmm.." she watches them intently
Horus looks pretty normal, beyond the bandages wrapped around his forearms, and he simply shuffles the cards he dealt himself back into the deck
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
They nod solemnly before opening their jaws. Their throat, tongue, everything is coated with a filmy white paste.
He furrows his brow, and a low growl rumbles out from deep within him. It's a good thing I'm a cleric. He says matter-of-factly, before closing his eyes, and starting to speak something under his breath in celestial. He rests a single talon against Arshedon's head, and casts a 5th-level remove curse on him.
The film slowly starts to retract but it violently grows back, climbing up their throat quickly.
He opens his eyes and watches this, his eyes narrowing. He mutters some more in Celestial, casting greater restoration followed by a 7th-level remove curse
The films seems to die off, crawling back into the throat and downwards. Arshedon's breathes for a moment before smiling "Thank yo-" just as she is about the finish, the film crawls back out and begins to cut off their breathing.
He growls, the deep sound shaking the ground. He briefly shifts into his elf form with another swirl of mist, spinning a diamond-studded ring on one of his fingers. He taps one of the larger diamonds, activating one of the rings 2 remaining charges. "I wish to remove the curse that is afflicting this dragon; to undo the damage that it has wrought. I wish to heal them of this terrible curse, and any other illnesses or curses that may be afflicting them." The diamonds flare, and a bright light flashes, seeming to melt away the film. Soon, it's almost as though it wasn't ever there. When it's done, Phantom shifts back to his true form.
The film seems to let out a audible high pitched scream. Arshedon breathes in and out quickly. They open their mouth and breath out a word "Air" they said, their voice was a mix of female and male.
Phantom lets out a sigh of relief. "That was one stubborn curse." He says, shaking his head.
"I do suppose" They said and sunk back down to their elfen form. "That parasite has been limiting my air and it feel good to drink it down once more"
He sighs, and shifts back to his elf form as well. "Well, I'm glad I could help you."
"It will come back" They said "Its... incurable"
He shakes his head. "Doubtful, considering I just used one of the two charges I had left on a Ring of Three Wishes to get rid of it."
"Its a god curse" They said and sighed
He frowns. "What good would want to curse you?"
"Im not sure...." They said
He shakes his head. "Believe it or not, I actually know a god. Not sure where he is right now, or any of his avatars, but... I can still try." He sighs. "Anyways... my name is Phantomizakell, or Phantom as most of the humanoids call me."
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
She giggles again, and boops her head against Ella. As did we, Ella.
"Oh shush. He probably got all sorts of girls"
She giggles, and shakes her head. No. He's been waiting for you, Ella. She boops her head against her again, and seems to be grinning. He truly loves you. Possibly more than he realizes.
"Thats cheesy" she said and chuckled "but i think i feel the same"
She giggles, and wiggles out of Ella's grasp. Then go to him!
She chuckled and stood up "Geez your still very pushy" she said and booped the head of orchid.
She grins, and flies up, landing on Ella's shoulder. Only because I can tell how much you two care and love each other, Ella.
"Don't make me find a way to throw you" she joked
She giggles, and curls around Ella's neck, purring. You wouldn't. She says, smiling, and purring happily.
She picks up the faerie dragon and sets them on the table "Begone with you foul dragon!" she giggles
She giggles, showing a toothy smile. I'll see you over with Iralias, Ella... She says, obviously teasing her, but playfully, before flying off and landing in the rafters above Iralias.
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 Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
She giggles again, and boops her head against Ella. As did we, Ella.
"Oh shush. He probably got all sorts of girls"
She giggles, and shakes her head. No. He's been waiting for you, Ella. She boops her head against her again, and seems to be grinning. He truly loves you. Possibly more than he realizes.
"Thats cheesy" she said and chuckled "but i think i feel the same"
She giggles, and wiggles out of Ella's grasp. Then go to him!
She chuckled and stood up "Geez your still very pushy" she said and booped the head of orchid.
She grins, and flies up, landing on Ella's shoulder. Only because I can tell how much you two care and love each other, Ella.
"Don't make me find a way to throw you" she joked
She giggles, and curls around Ella's neck, purring. You wouldn't. She says, smiling, and purring happily.
She picks up the faerie dragon and sets them on the table "Begone with you foul dragon!" she giggles
She giggles, showing a toothy smile. I'll see you over with Iralias, Ella... She says, obviously teasing her, but playfully, before flying off and landing in the rafters above Iralias.
Ella walks over and smiles "hey there stranger"
Iralias smiles warmly. "Hey there beautiful." He says, before gesturing to the seat and glass next to him. "Care to have a seat and share a drink with me?" He asks, his ice blue eyes sparkling.
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.
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.
A trail of dust points the Baron in a specific direction.
The Baron sends an arcane eye to scout ahead across the trail, while he follows behind at a safe distance.
The eye comes upon a cave.
It enters (darkvision 30ft) while the Baron waits outside.
The eye fizzles and winks closed at the cave boundary.
The Baron summons Sir Gloam (A wyrmling) and sends the small shadow dragon inside.
As the cave opens wider, the ground near the walls are littered with corpses. But something is wrong. All of them are shattered grey stone, and strange whorls are impressed onto the dusty ground.
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.
A trail of dust points the Baron in a specific direction.
The Baron sends an arcane eye to scout ahead across the trail, while he follows behind at a safe distance.
The eye comes upon a cave.
It enters (darkvision 30ft) while the Baron waits outside.
The eye fizzles and winks closed at the cave boundary.
The Baron summons Sir Gloam (A wyrmling) and sends the small shadow dragon inside.
As the cave opens wider, the ground near the walls are littered with corpses. But something is wrong. All of them are shattered grey stone, and strange whorls are impressed onto the dusty ground.
The Baron pulls out a mirror and looks through it as opposed to looking directly at the cave as he investigates.
A trail of dust points the Baron in a specific direction.
The Baron sends an arcane eye to scout ahead across the trail, while he follows behind at a safe distance.
The eye comes upon a cave.
It enters (darkvision 30ft) while the Baron waits outside.
The eye fizzles and winks closed at the cave boundary.
The Baron summons Sir Gloam (A wyrmling) and sends the small shadow dragon inside.
As the cave opens wider, the ground near the walls are littered with corpses. But something is wrong. All of them are shattered grey stone, and strange whorls are impressed onto the dusty ground.
The Baron pulls out a mirror and looks through it as opposed to looking directly at the cave as he investigates.
The passage breaks of into two corridors. The litter of corpses gets thinner.
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.
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.
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*Sorry.*
Emmet grimaces as the first attack bites into his newly-gained body..
A16, D15 Slashing
A29, D9 Slashing
A27, D10 Slashing
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.
"hmm.." she watches them intently
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 giggles, showing a toothy smile. I'll see you over with Iralias, Ella... She says, obviously teasing her, but playfully, before flying off and landing in the rafters above Iralias.
All of them miss, the chimera's hide being to thick
He then simply kicks them once in the wound then once in the chest:
Attack: 25 Damage: 9
Attack: 24 Damage: 7 and make a str save or be knocked back 20ft
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
Horus looks pretty normal, beyond the bandages wrapped around his forearms, and he simply shuffles the cards he dealt himself back into the deck
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
He shakes his head. "Believe it or not, I actually know a god. Not sure where he is right now, or any of his avatars, but... I can still try." He sighs. "Anyways... my name is Phantomizakell, or Phantom as most of the humanoids call me."
Ella walks over and smiles "hey there stranger"
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
str 24
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.
Iralias smiles warmly. "Hey there beautiful." He says, before gesturing to the seat and glass next to him. "Care to have a seat and share a drink with me?" He asks, his ice blue eyes sparkling.
*Hey guys, I at Drama now so t might b very slow for me to respond*
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
*👍*
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.
*No worries!*
He suceeds the save
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Emmet charges forward and attacks with the halberd once more.
A11, D9 Slashing
A30, D12 Slashing
A14, D15 Slashing
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.
As the cave opens wider, the ground near the walls are littered with corpses. But something is wrong. All of them are shattered grey stone, and strange whorls are impressed onto the dusty ground.
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.
The Baron pulls out a mirror and looks through it as opposed to looking directly at the cave as he investigates.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The passage breaks of into two corridors. The litter of corpses gets thinner.
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.
Only the middle one hits. The chimera is hit and bleeds a bit. It then uses its final gambit ability, its attack hitting them both:
Attack: 19 Damage: 82
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
Emmet stumbles and trips backward. He groans from the ground.
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.