*Welcome backed! Shall we pick up where we left off?*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
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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
*Welcome backed! Shall we pick up where we left off?*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
The blueprints are in Deep Speech, which she would know is a very strange language to write in due to its extreme complexity, and, more damningly, lack of actual characters to write with. The text alone forces the blueprint to be written in three dimensions, and it has an ethereal quality to it, as if it were an optical illusion, despite her clearly being able to hold and touch it. The characters swim and blur when she doesn't look directly at them, a foggy periphery like from a dream. A lot of the knowledge within comes from scattered comments, always brutally honest in both praise and disdain. There are atomic and molecular formulas, radio frequencies, meal orders, and sleep schedules, all of which are evidently necessary to create the form KK desires.
Aesir transforms back into his normal form and says "Would you like to duel Shen?"
His smile grows wider as he takes a few steps back, entering a combat stance "Why not? I can always get stronger." Init:11
initiative :22
Aesir draws his scimitar and rushes toward Shen 21 and my attack 7
The attack lands, Shen smiling at the hit before seeming to glow with arcane energy, growing faster and faster before making a strike for his chest (Haste& Bladesong). To hit:26 Damage:14
I transform back into a hybrid and use predatory strikes 11 and for my bonus action I activate a crimson rite of the storm and take 4 necrotic damage
He dodges the predatory strike gracefully, his nose slightly bleeding from the crimson rite. He makes two more palm strikes, before muttering something, a golden and red staff appearing in his hand. To hit:2721 Damage:109
I attack again with predatory strikes twice 1719 and a bonus time 21 damage 181617
He dodges the first two with ease, although the third does land, he makes two attacks with the staff, attacking two times with his palms, "Wow, you're fun. I might have to try harder." To hit:13171229 Damage:712613
Aesir dodges the first and third and activates second wind 10 and attacks twice with predatory strikes 1515 damage:2013
Aesir transforms back into his normal form and says "Would you like to duel Shen?"
His smile grows wider as he takes a few steps back, entering a combat stance "Why not? I can always get stronger." Init:11
initiative :22
Aesir draws his scimitar and rushes toward Shen 21 and my attack 7
The attack lands, Shen smiling at the hit before seeming to glow with arcane energy, growing faster and faster before making a strike for his chest (Haste& Bladesong). To hit:26 Damage:14
I transform back into a hybrid and use predatory strikes 11 and for my bonus action I activate a crimson rite of the storm and take 4 necrotic damage
He dodges the predatory strike gracefully, his nose slightly bleeding from the crimson rite. He makes two more palm strikes, before muttering something, a golden and red staff appearing in his hand. To hit:2721 Damage:109
I attack again with predatory strikes twice 1719 and a bonus time 21 damage 181617
He dodges the first two with ease, although the third does land, he makes two attacks with the staff, attacking two times with his palms, "Wow, you're fun. I might have to try harder." To hit:13171229 Damage:712613
Aesir dodges the first and third and activates second wind 12 and attacks twice with predatory strikes 1428 damage:2012
He dodges the fist, casting Shield to stop the second from landing. He makes six strikes once more. Make me Con save (DC 19) or be stunned To hit:252617142516 Damage:1091010911
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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.'
*Welcome backed! Shall we pick up where we left off?*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
The blueprints are in Deep Speech, which she would know is a very strange language to write in due to its extreme complexity, and, more damningly, lack of actual characters to write with. The text alone forces the blueprint to be written in three dimensions, and it has an ethereal quality to it, as if it were an optical illusion, despite her clearly being able to hold and touch it. The characters swim and blur when she doesn't look directly at them, a foggy periphery like from a dream. A lot of the knowledge within comes from scattered comments, always brutally honest in both praise and disdain. There are atomic and molecular formulas, radio frequencies, meal orders, and sleep schedules, all of which are evidently necessary to create the form KK desires.
"How curious..." She says to no one in particular as she continues to examine it. "Well then, where to start?" She looks for if there is a sort of 'step one' to the process.
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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 blueprints are in Deep Speech, which she would know is a very strange language to write in due to its extreme complexity, and, more damningly, lack of actual characters to write with. The text alone forces the blueprint to be written in three dimensions, and it has an ethereal quality to it, as if it were an optical illusion, despite her clearly being able to hold and touch it. The characters swim and blur when she doesn't look directly at them, a foggy periphery like from a dream. A lot of the knowledge within comes from scattered comments, always brutally honest in both praise and disdain. There are atomic and molecular formulas, radio frequencies, meal orders, and sleep schedules, all of which are evidently necessary to create the form KK desires.
"How curious..." She says to no one in particular as she continues to examine it. "Well then, where to start?" She looks for if there is a sort of 'step one' to the process.
Step one:
Radio Frequency: n/a Meal: one medium quail egg (fried for 13 seconds, sunny-side up, runny yolk, heated with a nitroglycerin stove, must not be touched by the smoke) Sleep: 6:00PM-12:00PM Components: Three children of ages 7-16 weighing at exactly 243lbs in total from differing social castes in different societies (they must not be equivelant to each other), 4 grams adamant-silver- black dragon scale alloy (see fig. 9 for chemical composition).
Aesir transforms back into his normal form and says "Would you like to duel Shen?"
His smile grows wider as he takes a few steps back, entering a combat stance "Why not? I can always get stronger." Init:11
initiative :22
Aesir draws his scimitar and rushes toward Shen 21 and my attack 7
The attack lands, Shen smiling at the hit before seeming to glow with arcane energy, growing faster and faster before making a strike for his chest (Haste& Bladesong). To hit:26 Damage:14
I transform back into a hybrid and use predatory strikes 11 and for my bonus action I activate a crimson rite of the storm and take 4 necrotic damage
He dodges the predatory strike gracefully, his nose slightly bleeding from the crimson rite. He makes two more palm strikes, before muttering something, a golden and red staff appearing in his hand. To hit:2721 Damage:109
I attack again with predatory strikes twice 1719 and a bonus time 21 damage 181617
He dodges the first two with ease, although the third does land, he makes two attacks with the staff, attacking two times with his palms, "Wow, you're fun. I might have to try harder." To hit:13171229 Damage:712613
Aesir dodges the first and third and activates second wind 12 and attacks twice with predatory strikes 1428 damage:2012
He dodges the fist, casting Shield to stop the second from landing. He makes six strikes once more. Make me Con save (DC 19) or be stunned To hit:252617142516 Damage:1091010911
22 and if i suceed i dodge your 3rd 4th and 6th blows and attack with predatory strike 3 times and use brand of castigation to hit: 233032 damage:171314
The blueprints are in Deep Speech, which she would know is a very strange language to write in due to its extreme complexity, and, more damningly, lack of actual characters to write with. The text alone forces the blueprint to be written in three dimensions, and it has an ethereal quality to it, as if it were an optical illusion, despite her clearly being able to hold and touch it. The characters swim and blur when she doesn't look directly at them, a foggy periphery like from a dream. A lot of the knowledge within comes from scattered comments, always brutally honest in both praise and disdain. There are atomic and molecular formulas, radio frequencies, meal orders, and sleep schedules, all of which are evidently necessary to create the form KK desires.
"How curious..." She says to no one in particular as she continues to examine it. "Well then, where to start?" She looks for if there is a sort of 'step one' to the process.
Step one:
Radio Frequency: n/a Meal: one medium quail egg (fried for 13 seconds, sunny-side up, runny yolk, heated with a nitroglycerin stove, must not be touched by the smoke) Sleep: 6:00PM-12:00PM Components: Three children of ages 7-16 weighing at exactly 243lbs in total from differing social castes in different societies (they must not be equivelant to each other), 4 grams adamant-silver- black dragon scale alloy (see fig. 9 for chemical composition).
Instructions: Mix components thouroughly via-
...
Oh dear...
"Alright, the sleep schedule seems simple enough... oddly specific about the quail egg, but okay... now, Components: Three... children..." She continues to read the rest in silent terror, and the dawning realization of just how gruesome this process would be. The hiss of radio static becomes audible again, fading back in from the silence. After what feels like ages, she speaks again to no one but herself.
"Okay, it doesn't say they have to be living. They probably don't have to be living. I can just... I can just take corpses, surely. That's a lot less morally dubious, right? Right? Yeah, it's all fine. Just visit a few morgues. It'll all be fine." She seems visibly distressed, and continues to try (and fail) to calm herself down through repeating these words.
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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)
Okay, so he's stunned, meaning he does none of that, Shen has 79hp. Shen chuckles and makes another few attacks. To hit:252822301913 Damage:13137131210
(uh shit welp he is in bloodlust mode now buddy) 12 and if he snaps out of being stunned he regens 6 and rushes him with predatory strikes and will use brand of castigation to hit: 323119 damage: 201312
*Welcome backed my dear friend.*
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.)
*Wunderbar. POWER WORD: TOAD!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(is this magical or no?)
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*Welcome backed! Shall we pick up where we left off?*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
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)
(I am back :D)
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
(no I dont think aesir is suited for the dome)
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*Yeah, the staff and the unarmed strikes are magic.*
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.)
*Oh he isn't, he would no doubt get stomped into the dirt.*
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 blueprints are in Deep Speech, which she would know is a very strange language to write in due to its extreme complexity, and, more damningly, lack of actual characters to write with. The text alone forces the blueprint to be written in three dimensions, and it has an ethereal quality to it, as if it were an optical illusion, despite her clearly being able to hold and touch it. The characters swim and blur when she doesn't look directly at them, a foggy periphery like from a dream. A lot of the knowledge within comes from scattered comments, always brutally honest in both praise and disdain. There are atomic and molecular formulas, radio frequencies, meal orders, and sleep schedules, all of which are evidently necessary to create the form KK desires.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Aesir dodges the first and third and activates second wind 10 and attacks twice with predatory strikes 15 15 damage:20 13
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He dodges the fist, casting Shield to stop the second from landing. He makes six strikes once more. Make me Con save (DC 19) or be stunned To hit:25 26 17 14 25 16 Damage:10 9 10 10 9 11
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.)
(how much health does shen have left?)
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"How curious..." She says to no one in particular as she continues to examine it. "Well then, where to start?" She looks for if there is a sort of 'step one' to the process.
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)
(you want to rp 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
Step one:
Radio Frequency: n/a
Meal: one medium quail egg (fried for 13 seconds, sunny-side up, runny yolk, heated with a nitroglycerin stove, must not be touched by the smoke)
Sleep: 6:00PM-12:00PM
Components: Three children of ages 7-16 weighing at exactly 243lbs in total from differing social castes in different societies (they must not be equivelant to each other), 4 grams adamant-silver- black dragon scale alloy (see fig. 9 for chemical composition).
Instructions: Mix components thouroughly via-
...
Oh dear...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
22 and if i suceed i dodge your 3rd 4th and 6th blows and attack with predatory strike 3 times and use brand of castigation to hit: 23 3032 damage:17 1314
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17 ,to hits: 24 21 32
damage: 15 14 17
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"Alright, the sleep schedule seems simple enough... oddly specific about the quail egg, but okay... now, Components: Three... children..." She continues to read the rest in silent terror, and the dawning realization of just how gruesome this process would be. The hiss of radio static becomes audible again, fading back in from the silence. After what feels like ages, she speaks again to no one but herself.
"Okay, it doesn't say they have to be living. They probably don't have to be living. I can just... I can just take corpses, surely. That's a lot less morally dubious, right? Right? Yeah, it's all fine. Just visit a few morgues. It'll all be fine." She seems visibly distressed, and continues to try (and fail) to calm herself down through repeating these words.
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)
Okay, so he's stunned, meaning he does none of that, Shen has 79hp. Shen chuckles and makes another few attacks. To hit:18 27 16 18 30 31 Damage:9 12 12 6 8 8
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.)
(uh shit welp he is in bloodlust mode now buddy) 12 and if he snaps out of being stunned he regens 6 and rushes him with predatory strikes and will use brand of castigation to hit: 32 31 19 damage: 20 13 12
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