He curses, before beginning to ask around, looking for people, mages, anyone that might be able to help where he can't. He seems emotional, even though he doesn't know Theren, possibly remembering some things he thought were buried.
Thirteen is seated at the bar, not having noticed this, poring over ancient rhetoric.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
Leo is trying to rebuild his forge unsuccessfully.
The Tarnished is still wounded as Helena is doing her best to tend to them.
-new character-
A man is sitting on top of a roof. He has short light brown hair, grey eyes, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Isaac comes over and observes the damage
The forge has been blown up completely.
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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.
The man watches them. He has short light brown hair, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Leo looks at her, fire flickering in his palm. "He...he cant.."
Suhou remains behind Theren, hoping the newcomer will just leave.
“Well… what was it about him that made him conscious? Was it a part of him or was it something about his whole being?”
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
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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.
The man watches them. He has short light brown hair, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Leo looks at her, fire flickering in his palm. "He...he cant.."
Suhou remains behind Theren, hoping the newcomer will just leave.
“Well… what was it about him that made him conscious? Was it a part of him or was it something about his whole being?”
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
[roll]1d20+2[/spell]
“Were they written or engraved?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The man watches them. He has short light brown hair, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Leo looks at her, fire flickering in his palm. "He...he cant.."
Suhou remains behind Theren, hoping the newcomer will just leave.
“Well… what was it about him that made him conscious? Was it a part of him or was it something about his whole being?”
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
[roll]1d20+2[/spell]
“Were they written or engraved?”
*I don't think it worked*
"Engraved.."
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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.
“Ah, so I take it the grafted divinity continues to reject itself from Damian’s physical form?”
Riotan yelps and leaps down from his perch, looking for the source of the shot.
"Apparently so. I do what I can to try and help, but there seems to be some fundamental thing that still binds itself to the heart, something that makes it reject Damian." He turns "Have we met? If not, Sanviento Alterious, nice to meet you."
Sparrow wouldn't be able to see this from behind his cover, but Riotan can see, 400ft away on a rooftop is a sniper quickly moving away after missing the headshot.
“We have. I am Thirteen. And from my current research, it seems that something about Damian’s innate nature must be contradictory and incompatible to the nature of divinity. There must be an aspect of him that is diametrically opposed and incompatible with that which is divine. Something… profane.”
Rio begins sprinting at the culprit, his scales clattering back into place to restore his appearance.
They rub their chin, writing that theory down and circling it "An interesting theory to be sure, I was not sure of that, but it would make sense if that is what would be causing it. I have seen that the god heart has healed him at least partially, but something has worsened his condition as well."
They look back, seeing the snake man chasing them and sprinting faster, putting the sniper rifle over their shoulder, openly cursing. They look like Sparrow or Thane, or at least from the same region based on how he dresses, he has large tufts of hair on his arms and the back of his neck. A shifter.
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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.'
He curses, before beginning to ask around, looking for people, mages, anyone that might be able to help where he can't. He seems emotional, even though he doesn't know Theren, possibly remembering some things he thought were buried.
Thirteen is seated at the bar, not having noticed this, poring over ancient rhetoric.
Rag taps his shoulder "Do you know any spells that might bring someone back from the dead." He says, towering over Thirteen.
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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.'
The Tarnished is still wounded as Helena is doing her best to tend to them.
*And I have a new character idea I'm fleshing out*
*Care to tell me the details?*
Kharn is nearby, watching. Krail is just grinning in their general direction, obnoxious as always.
*Ooh. Elaborate, if you may*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Felix approaches with a bottle of homemade soda and a plate of fish and chips, offering them to the man. He has to hold them with one hand, as the other is missing.
The man doesn't seem to make eye contact with him. He takes it and sets it aside on the bench. He crouches down, closing his eyes. He studies the stump of Felix's arm and mutters something under his breath. He casts regenerate on the stump.
Felix's arm rapidly grows back, as does his eye. "Wow! That's some pretty impressive magic you've got there."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The man watches them. He has short light brown hair, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Leo looks at her, fire flickering in his palm. "He...he cant.."
Suhou remains behind Theren, hoping the newcomer will just leave.
“Well… what was it about him that made him conscious? Was it a part of him or was it something about his whole being?”
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
[roll]1d20+2[/spell]
“Were they written or engraved?”
*I don't think it worked*
"Engraved.."
6 *sorry*
“Then we just need to feel it and record the shapes of the characters!” Loriche sounds excited and cautiously optimistic.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"How's it been going? I don't think we've talked very much, but I'm Felix. Are you hungry?" He sits down before the undead as if this were just something very normal. It might be for him, actually.
They look at them confused, tilting their head downward, their bowler hat falling off their head. They immediately panic and try to pick it back up, but it's nearly impossible with their destroyed fingers, "He-help. P-please."
Felix reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piping bag filled with dark paste. He puts some on their hand, causing it to rapidly regenerate. "It's a type of mold that only grows in the tombs of liches. It mimics undead tissue so it can feed on the energy flowing through the creature. It's a wonderful little species." He picks up the bowler hat and offers it to them. "Go on, try and pick it up now."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Despite not being in a... very close relationship with him as you are, so am I." Kharn replies. Krail audibly chuckles, before ordering another drink and turning away.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The man watches them. He has short light brown hair, and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
Leo looks at her, fire flickering in his palm. "He...he cant.."
Suhou remains behind Theren, hoping the newcomer will just leave.
“Well… what was it about him that made him conscious? Was it a part of him or was it something about his whole being?”
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
[roll]1d20+2[/spell]
“Were they written or engraved?”
*I don't think it worked*
"Engraved.."
5 *sorry*
“Then we just need to feel it and record the shapes of the characters!” Loriche sounds excited and cautiously optimistic.
*All good buddy!*
The arrows in his quiver look similar to the ones in Therens chest. The man nocks an arrow and aims it at the cat.
"Be my guest.." he says, sitting down the fire leaving his palms with a puff of smoke
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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.
"Despite not being in a... very close relationship with him as you are, so am I." Kharn replies. Krail audibly chuckles, before ordering another drink and turning away.
*Thanks*
"Your brother is annoying. Did you know that?" The tarnished grumbles as Helena tightens a bandage.
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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.
“Ah, so I take it the grafted divinity continues to reject itself from Damian’s physical form?”
Riotan yelps and leaps down from his perch, looking for the source of the shot.
"Apparently so. I do what I can to try and help, but there seems to be some fundamental thing that still binds itself to the heart, something that makes it reject Damian." He turns "Have we met? If not, Sanviento Alterious, nice to meet you."
Sparrow wouldn't be able to see this from behind his cover, but Riotan can see, 400ft away on a rooftop is a sniper quickly moving away after missing the headshot.
“We have. I am Thirteen. And from my current research, it seems that something about Damian’s innate nature must be contradictory and incompatible to the nature of divinity. There must be an aspect of him that is diametrically opposed and incompatible with that which is divine. Something… profane.”
Rio begins sprinting at the culprit, his scales clattering back into place to restore his appearance.
They rub their chin, writing that theory down and circling it "An interesting theory to be sure, I was not sure of that, but it would make sense if that is what would be causing it. I have seen that the god heart has healed him at least partially, but something has worsened his condition as well."
They look back, seeing the snake man chasing them and sprinting faster, putting the sniper rifle over their shoulder, openly cursing. They look like Sparrow or Thane, or at least from the same region based on how he dresses, he has large tufts of hair on his arms and the back of his neck. A shifter.
“Perhaps the god heart is trying to supplant his soul and force it out of his body?”
Rio is just a little bit faster and eventually catches up to them. He dives at the man. Attack: 20 Damage: 6
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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Thirteen is seated at the bar, not having noticed this, poring over ancient rhetoric.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*goodbye fren*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The forge has been blown up completely.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*okay wendi*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Can the cat make an investigation roll please?*
"His control disk in his head...but its burned so badly I cant make out the Greek letters that made him work..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
[roll]1d20+2[/spell]
“Were they written or engraved?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I don't think it worked*
"Engraved.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They rub their chin, writing that theory down and circling it "An interesting theory to be sure, I was not sure of that, but it would make sense if that is what would be causing it. I have seen that the god heart has healed him at least partially, but something has worsened his condition as well."
They look back, seeing the snake man chasing them and sprinting faster, putting the sniper rifle over their shoulder, openly cursing. They look like Sparrow or Thane, or at least from the same region based on how he dresses, he has large tufts of hair on his arms and the back of his neck. A shifter.
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.)
Rag taps his shoulder "Do you know any spells that might bring someone back from the dead." He says, towering over Thirteen.
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.)
*Care to tell me the details?*
Kharn is nearby, watching. Krail is just grinning in their general direction, obnoxious as always.
*Ooh. Elaborate, if you may*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Just stupid stuff with a girl I'm talking to*
She is bandaging a rather bad wound in his side, applying ointment.
*Well. I finished him actually. Do you wanna see his character sheet? His backstory and stuff is on there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix's arm rapidly grows back, as does his eye. "Wow! That's some pretty impressive magic you've got there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*OK. Anything I can do to help?*
"Everything well, Miss... I'm sorry, I don't think I ever learnt your name." Kharn says, looking over the slowly healing Tarnished.
Krail continues grinning. He seems to do nothing else.
*Sure!*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*No. I'm working on it*
"Helena." she says. "And its going okay. I'm just worried about him."
*Okie dokie ---> https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/136293171 *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
6 *sorry*
“Then we just need to feel it and record the shapes of the characters!” Loriche sounds excited and cautiously optimistic.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piping bag filled with dark paste. He puts some on their hand, causing it to rapidly regenerate. "It's a type of mold that only grows in the tombs of liches. It mimics undead tissue so it can feed on the energy flowing through the creature. It's a wonderful little species." He picks up the bowler hat and offers it to them. "Go on, try and pick it up now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*OK. Good luck!*
"Despite not being in a... very close relationship with him as you are, so am I." Kharn replies. Krail audibly chuckles, before ordering another drink and turning away.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*All good buddy!*
The arrows in his quiver look similar to the ones in Therens chest. The man nocks an arrow and aims it at the cat.
"Be my guest.." he says, sitting down the fire leaving his palms with a puff of smoke
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thanks*
"Your brother is annoying. Did you know that?" The tarnished grumbles as Helena tightens a bandage.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Perhaps the god heart is trying to supplant his soul and force it out of his body?”
Rio is just a little bit faster and eventually catches up to them. He dives at the man. Attack: 20 Damage: 6
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.