A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
*Oh a new character, prepare for the Ragnerious test.*
Rag as also walking through the woods, picking up weak looking trees straight from the ground and replanting the seeds of that tree. He towers over the tops of the forest, just doing what is best for the forest, replanting the seeds with dear care. He sees the new arrival and waves with a big smile, his fangs sharp.
The young man looks up at him, tilting his head. "Your huge."
He chuckles, "Comes with the genetics I suppose. Ragnerious, but just call me Rag, you are?" He holds out a warm hand.
"Dyn." he says, not shaking their hand. His image shimmers as he suddenly appears at the top of a tree, almost eye level with him
He moves his hand back "Well, welcome to a strange place. you'll find a lot of stuff you won't expect here. I'm just the start." He chuckles, friendly.
"I've seen a lot of strange things. You're not the first."
"Never said I was, but I'm the first you've met here. What brings you here?"
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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.'
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
*Oh a new character, prepare for the Ragnerious test.*
Rag as also walking through the woods, picking up weak looking trees straight from the ground and replanting the seeds of that tree. He towers over the tops of the forest, just doing what is best for the forest, replanting the seeds with dear care. He sees the new arrival and waves with a big smile, his fangs sharp.
The young man looks up at him, tilting his head. "Your huge."
He chuckles, "Comes with the genetics I suppose. Ragnerious, but just call me Rag, you are?" He holds out a warm hand.
"Dyn." he says, not shaking their hand. His image shimmers as he suddenly appears at the top of a tree, almost eye level with him
He moves his hand back "Well, welcome to a strange place. you'll find a lot of stuff you won't expect here. I'm just the start." He chuckles, friendly.
"I've seen a lot of strange things. You're not the first."
"Never said I was, but I'm the first you've met here. What brings you here?"
"Mission from my village."
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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.
Shen is meditating, his eyes closed as he seems to eat sushi that pops into existence in front of him. He grabs it with perfect accuracy as it appears around him, chowing down, practicing, and meditating all at the same time.
Aesir sits down against a tree nearby and says "how are you making sushi pop into existence Shen?"
He opens one eyes looking to them as they continues, they chuckle "That wouldn't be me, that's the work of my friend Move."
Aesir chuckles "Weird name is it an alias perhaps?"
"Nope, he's just the concept of anything moving anywhere. So he can teleport me sushi." He takes another out of the air, biting into it "Hmm, wasabi."
Shen is meditating, his eyes closed as he seems to eat sushi that pops into existence in front of him. He grabs it with perfect accuracy as it appears around him, chowing down, practicing, and meditating all at the same time.
Aesir sits down against a tree nearby and says "how are you making sushi pop into existence Shen?"
He opens one eyes looking to them as they continues, they chuckle "That wouldn't be me, that's the work of my friend Move."
Aesir chuckles "Weird name is it an alias perhaps?"
"Nope, he's just the concept of anything moving anywhere. So he can teleport me sushi." He takes another out of the air, biting into it "Hmm, wasabi."
Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
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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
*Yeah! Wow, I can't believe I didn't see that. I went looking, but it seems like I somehow missed it.*
"You're welcome! I made an entire batch!" He points to a pastry tower covered in cupcakes. "They may taste a little funky, since I used a sourdough starter, but I thought it would fit such a funky little creature, you know?"
They (not he, I made a mistake) nod sympathetically. "What was the deal for?"
"Impressive!" She pauses to take a bite of the cupcake. How she does so while not having a mouth- or a face at all outside of that abyss, really- is unknown. The cupcake is just carefully brought into the void for a second and comes back out with one bite less. "May I ask the name of one so talented as you?"
"It was for a blueprint. They made a blueprint off of the designs for my new body, and offered it to me in exchange for... well, almost everything. I was so gullible." She sits down in the grass, defeated.
"Felix Ambersmoke, Ma'am. May I ask yours as well?" He offers her a purple soda to wash it down with.
They kneel down beside her. "Hey." They speak softly and gently. "Have you tried asking for a termination of contract? You know, a refund? Nightmare Lords aren't like devils. They usually don't make draconian deals like that without a reason. They usually already have whatever they want."
*Maybe some RP? I wanna play with Felix some more. I'm still working on a design for his new Titan Form.*
*I have never watched Attack on Titan, but it seems like an appropriate design inspiration for a character who can become a giant at will 5 times per day by eating enough food.*
*That sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea sir. Both giving Felix access to greater power, and roleplaying. Do you have anyone you would particularly like more than anyone else?*
*He gained a level recently, and that's the 6th level subclass feature he got. I switched him from Monstrous Cuisine to Ordning Cuisine so that I could do cool things with the temporary HP he gives out.*
*Maybe Rag or Sparrow, if you're up for them.*
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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.
*Yeah! Wow, I can't believe I didn't see that. I went looking, but it seems like I somehow missed it.*
"You're welcome! I made an entire batch!" He points to a pastry tower covered in cupcakes. "They may taste a little funky, since I used a sourdough starter, but I thought it would fit such a funky little creature, you know?"
They (not he, I made a mistake) nod sympathetically. "What was the deal for?"
"Impressive!" She pauses to take a bite of the cupcake. How she does so while not having a mouth- or a face at all outside of that abyss, really- is unknown. The cupcake is just carefully brought into the void for a second and comes back out with one bite less. "May I ask the name of one so talented as you?"
"It was for a blueprint. They made a blueprint off of the designs for my new body, and offered it to me in exchange for... well, almost everything. I was so gullible." She sits down in the grass, defeated.
"Felix Ambersmoke, Ma'am. May I ask yours as well?" He offers her a purple soda to wash it down with.
They kneel down beside her. "Hey." They speak softly and gently. "Have you tried asking for a termination of contract? You know, a refund? Nightmare Lords aren't like devils. They usually don't make draconian deals like that without a reason. They usually already have whatever they want."
"I am known mostly as Traitor. A pleasure to meet you, Felix." She gratefully accepts the glass, her metallic talons clinking against it as she picks it up.
"I've thought of it, but... I'm not even sure where to begin. And I doubt that they'd tell me how."
*Maybe some RP? I wanna play with Felix some more. I'm still working on a design for his new Titan Form.*
*I have never watched Attack on Titan, but it seems like an appropriate design inspiration for a character who can become a giant at will 5 times per day by eating enough food.*
*That sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea sir. Both giving Felix access to greater power, and roleplaying. Do you have anyone you would particularly like more than anyone else?*
*He gained a level recently, and that's the 6th level subclass feature he got. I switched him from Monstrous Cuisine to Ordning Cuisine so that I could do cool things with the temporary HP he gives out.*
*Maybe Rag or Sparrow, if you're up for them.*
*Intriguing indeed. I do believe he should have some way to burn those temporary hit point to provide desirable effects, like Buffs to himself or his allies. Simply an idea though.*
*Either one is fine, and both are good. I assume you only want one though, since Rag is talking with Dyn, here's Sparrow.*
Sparrow is smoking on the porch of the Inn, sitting in the rocking chair and seemingly muttering to himself. His gloves glow as if responding to the stuff he says, although no one else can hear. He has Rosemary emptied sitting in his lap, the bullets in his infinite ammo pouch. He blows smoke into the air with tired eyes.
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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.'
"Felix Ambersmoke, Ma'am. May I ask yours as well?" He offers her a purple soda to wash it down with.
They kneel down beside her. "Hey." They speak softly and gently. "Have you tried asking for a termination of contract? You know, a refund? Nightmare Lords aren't like devils. They usually don't make draconian deals like that without a reason. They usually already have whatever they want."
"I am known mostly as Traitor. A pleasure to meet you, Felix." She gratefully accepts the glass, her metallic talons clinking against it as she picks it up.
"I've thought of it, but... I'm not even sure where to begin. And I doubt that they'd tell me how."
He uncorks the bottle for her, releasing the pressure little by little to keep it from fizzing over. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Traitor." He bows. "You seem to be a little scratched up. Would you like me to help with that? I'm very good at both healing and warding, so I can keep you from getting hurt in the future, too."
They place a claw on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. What did you trade for the blueprint? Maybe I can get it back for you."
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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.
*Good hello you respectably silly lads and lassos*
*Allo :) *
*Hi :D*
*Do you feel like rping??*
*Sure, i can do that*
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
*Sorry. was doing a test*
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
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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.
*He gained a level recently, and that's the 6th level subclass feature he got. I switched him from Monstrous Cuisine to Ordning Cuisine so that I could do cool things with the temporary HP he gives out.*
*Maybe Rag or Sparrow, if you're up for them.*
*Intriguing indeed. I do believe he should have some way to burn those temporary hit point to provide desirable effects, like Buffs to himself or his allies. Simply an idea though.*
*Either one is fine, and both are good. I assume you only want one though, since Rag is talking with Dyn, here's Sparrow.*
Sparrow is smoking on the porch of the Inn, sitting in the rocking chair and seemingly muttering to himself. His gloves glow as if responding to the stuff he says, although no one else can hear. He has Rosemary emptied sitting in his lap, the bullets in his infinite ammo pouch. He blows smoke into the air with tired eyes.
*Basically, depending on which option he chooses when he doles them out, you can sacrifice 2d4 temporary HP in order to A: gain that much AC until the start of your next turn as a reaction to being attacked, or B: add that much to an ability check.*
Felix waddles over and sits down beside him, offering a stick of nicotine gum. "You doing alright, man?"
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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.
"Felix Ambersmoke, Ma'am. May I ask yours as well?" He offers her a purple soda to wash it down with.
They kneel down beside her. "Hey." They speak softly and gently. "Have you tried asking for a termination of contract? You know, a refund? Nightmare Lords aren't like devils. They usually don't make draconian deals like that without a reason. They usually already have whatever they want."
"I am known mostly as Traitor. A pleasure to meet you, Felix." She gratefully accepts the glass, her metallic talons clinking against it as she picks it up.
"I've thought of it, but... I'm not even sure where to begin. And I doubt that they'd tell me how."
He uncorks the bottle for her, releasing the pressure little by little to keep it from fizzing over. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Traitor." He bows. "You seem to be a little scratched up. Would you like me to help with that? I'm very good at both healing and warding, so I can keep you from getting hurt in the future, too."
They place a claw on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. What did you trade for the blueprint? Maybe I can get it back for you."
She looks at her wounds- some still shimmering an inky black with aberrant blood. "Yes, thank you. I tried to bandage them up myself, but- well..." She gestures to the claws with her free hand, taking a sip of the soda.
"Everything except for T-FM and my ability to make art. I didn't think they'd close the deal right then and there..."
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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)
"Never said I was, but I'm the first you've met here. What brings you here?"
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.)
"Mission from my village."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
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
*Sure, i can do that*
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
"Felix Ambersmoke, Ma'am. May I ask yours as well?" He offers her a purple soda to wash it down with.
They kneel down beside her. "Hey." They speak softly and gently. "Have you tried asking for a termination of contract? You know, a refund? Nightmare Lords aren't like devils. They usually don't make draconian deals like that without a reason. They usually already have whatever they want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"If you want him to, sure, but he'll ask something of you in return." He says, closing his eyes once more.
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.)
He smiles "Well I hope you get what you're looking for."
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.)
*He gained a level recently, and that's the 6th level subclass feature he got. I switched him from Monstrous Cuisine to Ordning Cuisine so that I could do cool things with the temporary HP he gives out.*
*Maybe Rag or Sparrow, if you're up for them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Others may also ping off this if they want to rp :>*
"I am known mostly as Traitor. A pleasure to meet you, Felix." She gratefully accepts the glass, her metallic talons clinking against it as she picks it up.
"I've thought of it, but... I'm not even sure where to begin. And I doubt that they'd tell me how."
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)
*Intriguing indeed. I do believe he should have some way to burn those temporary hit point to provide desirable effects, like Buffs to himself or his allies. Simply an idea though.*
*Either one is fine, and both are good. I assume you only want one though, since Rag is talking with Dyn, here's Sparrow.*
Sparrow is smoking on the porch of the Inn, sitting in the rocking chair and seemingly muttering to himself. His gloves glow as if responding to the stuff he says, although no one else can hear. He has Rosemary emptied sitting in his lap, the bullets in his infinite ammo pouch. He blows smoke into the air with tired 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.)
He uncorks the bottle for her, releasing the pressure little by little to keep it from fizzing over. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Traitor." He bows. "You seem to be a little scratched up. Would you like me to help with that? I'm very good at both healing and warding, so I can keep you from getting hurt in the future, too."
They place a claw on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. What did you trade for the blueprint? Maybe I can get it back for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What does he ask of you then and what would I have to give up in exchange for his help?" Aesir inquires clearly interested
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
"Well he asks for different things depending on the job. Right now he just wants me to pay for the sushi and let him have some."
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.)
*Sorry. was doing a test*
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Basically, depending on which option he chooses when he doles them out, you can sacrifice 2d4 temporary HP in order to A: gain that much AC until the start of your next turn as a reaction to being attacked, or B: add that much to an ability check.*
Felix waddles over and sits down beside him, offering a stick of nicotine gum. "You doing alright, man?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
"I'm here to kill someone. So its not happy business."
*Sorry. was doing a test*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks at her wounds- some still shimmering an inky black with aberrant blood. "Yes, thank you. I tried to bandage them up myself, but- well..." She gestures to the claws with her free hand, taking a sip of the soda.
"Everything except for T-FM and my ability to make art. I didn't think they'd close the deal right then and there..."
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)
*It's good man, do big.*
"Ah, just make sure not to kill the wrong person, there are people here far stronger than you."
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.)