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
*Trying to come up with a cool concept for a necromancer commander/artillerist style character. I have the build picked out, I just need a story.*
*Makes me think of the Falkovnia setting from Ravenloft. You could do some kind of insane, wandering tyrant who destroyed their own village/city and leads a horde of those undead remnants through the wastelands/prairies to conquer everything before them.*
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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.
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
*Man, I feel dead inside and I don't feel like therapy, so new character time. If anyone wants to rp, I'll be here.*
The sound of light footsteps can be heard, carried on the wind along with the brief sound of what seems to be breaking glass. In the distance comes a new arrival, a wood elf, looking like a young adult. He is strong and lean, like a professional swimmer or a martial artist. He is wearing a traditional sleeveless sky blue combat gi with black detailing, soft black parachute pants, and no shoes. His long curly brown hair covers his eyes, the color of warm hazelnut piercing through. He holds his arms behind his back, clasping them together. He has a soft smile on his face, the sound of glass repairing as he seems to walk through a gate made of pure space. He walks on mud, although his feet do not sink, as if he's walking on the very mud like it was solid ground. He takes a moment, stopping to look at his surroundings before heading into town.
*Trying to come up with a cool concept for a necromancer commander/artillerist style character. I have the build picked out, I just need a story.*
*Makes me think of the Falkovnia setting from Ravenloft. You could do some kind of insane, wandering tyrant who destroyed their own village/city and leads a horde of those undead remnants through the wastelands/prairies to conquer everything before them.*
*This character only has a single undead minion, but it is extremely potent. Basically a flaming sniper.*
*I actually came up with an idea a moment ago. Do you know about St. Trina and the Putrscent Knight from Elden RIng?*
Traitor is skulking about the woods in search of the wounded Seer. Her claws still glisten with the Elder Evil's blood.
KK is in the lobby of the hotel in the woods, sketching on paper while she waits.
*I'm going to have to warm up before continuing the KK plotline. Is that okay?*
*Oh, of course! Take as much time as you need, friend.*
*Thank you very much.*
*I'm working on a new character for my campaign since Felix is the most mechanically uninteresting character I've ever had to play. He gives everyone an entire extra PC worth of temporary hit points on a long rest and then basically does nothing for the rest of the game. Right now I'm thinking a Battle Master fighter focused into support combined with Necromancer wizard. I call it the Karrnathi General build.*
*I'm not sure what to do with the character themselves, though. I have already decided that in place of an army, they have a big, scary artillery piece, so that should probably factor in.*
*I really like that idea for a character. I could see them filling a sort of 'Tactician' or 'Chessmaster' role in the party, using their Maneuvers to help the party and their undead summons get an advantage. Though, still being a fighter, they could easily jump into the fray and hack-and-slash at the monsters themselves if they deemed it necessary. As for backstory or character traits, I have one possible idea- maybe they were a renowned general or warlord from a time long past, but something happened, and now they're undead and existing in a time long after the fall of their empire. So they're trying to build up enough resources and support to bring the empire back: or at least, make sure it's legacy is remembered.*
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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
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
Traitor is outside the Inn, looking for something or someone. Her claws still glisten with the Seer's blood.
Isaac walks outside "morning"
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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
*Hey everybody.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(hello)
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
*Trying to come up with a cool concept for a necromancer commander/artillerist style character. I have the build picked out, I just need a story.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Makes me think of the Falkovnia setting from Ravenloft. You could do some kind of insane, wandering tyrant who destroyed their own village/city and leads a horde of those undead remnants through the wastelands/prairies to conquer everything before them.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*morning*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hey dude how are things going?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Exhausted like always*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Aw I’m sorry to hear that. Do you have the day off since it’s election day?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Nope. still have school*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That’s a shame*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how are you)
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
*Man, I feel dead inside and I don't feel like therapy, so new character time. If anyone wants to rp, I'll be here.*
The sound of light footsteps can be heard, carried on the wind along with the brief sound of what seems to be breaking glass. In the distance comes a new arrival, a wood elf, looking like a young adult. He is strong and lean, like a professional swimmer or a martial artist. He is wearing a traditional sleeveless sky blue combat gi with black detailing, soft black parachute pants, and no shoes. His long curly brown hair covers his eyes, the color of warm hazelnut piercing through. He holds his arms behind his back, clasping them together. He has a soft smile on his face, the sound of glass repairing as he seems to walk through a gate made of pure space. He walks on mud, although his feet do not sink, as if he's walking on the very mud like it was solid ground. He takes a moment, stopping to look at his surroundings before heading into town.
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.)
*This character only has a single undead minion, but it is extremely potent. Basically a flaming sniper.*
*I actually came up with an idea a moment ago. Do you know about St. Trina and the Putrscent Knight from Elden RIng?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I really like that idea for a character. I could see them filling a sort of 'Tactician' or 'Chessmaster' role in the party, using their Maneuvers to help the party and their undead summons get an advantage. Though, still being a fighter, they could easily jump into the fray and hack-and-slash at the monsters themselves if they deemed it necessary. As for backstory or character traits, I have one possible idea- maybe they were a renowned general or warlord from a time long past, but something happened, and now they're undead and existing in a time long after the fall of their empire. So they're trying to build up enough resources and support to bring the empire back: or at least, make sure it's legacy is remembered.*
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)
(hi Yvonne)
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
*Hello, Moon! You up for rp?*
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)
(sure)
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
Traitor is outside the Inn, looking for something or someone. Her claws still glisten with the Seer's blood.
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)
Isaac walks outside "morning"
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
Traitor looks over to them, seeming unusually cheery. "Oh, hello there! It's so nice to see you again! How have you been?"
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)