“Ah, but the thing is, all of those non-god related crimes, so long as they weren’t committed here or against a citizen of Celestia, oughtn’t to be under the jurisdiction of the celestial court, at least not until you die, and then it would only be factored into afterlife tribunals.”
Miss. Riotan’s jaw fully unhinges and he lets out a deranged, sadistic howl as he falls to the ground, before throwing himself at her and wrapping his entire skull around her neck. Attack: 9 Damage: 65 psychic damage.
He smiles "So we are in the clear for most of those. Oh yeah, also, hypothetically, what would be the punishment for destruction of property and hypothetical accidental terrorist here?" He says, softly and carefully.
She raises her great sword, blocking the bite before dodging back, giving an unnatural smile even worse than before with her sister gone "You know who we are then don't ya?" She swings the blade twice, aiming to cleave through his skull. To hit:1020 Damage:17+2316+27
“Uhhhh… 20 to life or death sentence.”
The second swing catches Rio in the shoulder, cutting about two centimeters deep and shattering many of his scales, and also knocking him away. “Yeah… yeah, I do…” He hisses, trying to regain his balance.
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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.
A few of the shadows are split, and they disintegrate into matte black particles. Thirteen pulls out his longsword, its crystalline blade shining with the glory of all who have wielded it in the past. He swings it at Zen, time seemingly slowing as the weapon approaches you. Attack: 19 Damage: 4 slashing damage plus 9 force damage.
It slams into his side as he backs away, muttering quickly as he calls upon something. A black glow envelops him and heals him for 26. He then lunges at Thirteen to attack him directly.
Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Several hit, but not hard enough to do major damage. Thirteen chuckles. “Not bad. But I have years and years and years on you. How does it feel for you, one who despises the ‘sullying’ of elven blood, to be slain by the exact thing you extol?” With that, ten magic missiles appear and shoot at you, dealing 31 force damage.
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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.
A few of the shadows are split, and they disintegrate into matte black particles. Thirteen pulls out his longsword, its crystalline blade shining with the glory of all who have wielded it in the past. He swings it at Zen, time seemingly slowing as the weapon approaches you. Attack: 19 Damage: 4 slashing damage plus 9 force damage.
It slams into his side as he backs away, muttering quickly as he calls upon something. A black glow envelops him and heals him for 26. He then lunges at Thirteen to attack him directly.
Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Several hit, but not hard enough to do major damage. Thirteen chuckles. “Not bad. But I have years and years and years on you. How does it feel for you, one who despises the ‘sullying’ of elven blood, to be slain by the exact thing you extol?” With that, ten magic missiles appear and shoot at you, dealing 39 force damage.
He is lowered to 5 HP. He pants, blood trickling. "I will fight until the blood makes the sword fall from my hand. Even when I am brought to a crawl you still wont defeat me." the black glow darkens, overclocking his entire body and healing him again for 16 HP. His senses are attack rolls are enhanced. If any of the attacks hit, Savage Attacker activates, doubling the damage.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
Attack: 29 Damage: 6
Attack: 29 Damage: 7
Attack: 23 Damage: 10
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 7
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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.
A few of the shadows are split, and they disintegrate into matte black particles. Thirteen pulls out his longsword, its crystalline blade shining with the glory of all who have wielded it in the past. He swings it at Zen, time seemingly slowing as the weapon approaches you. Attack: 19 Damage: 4 slashing damage plus 9 force damage.
It slams into his side as he backs away, muttering quickly as he calls upon something. A black glow envelops him and heals him for 26. He then lunges at Thirteen to attack him directly.
Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Several hit, but not hard enough to do major damage. Thirteen chuckles. “Not bad. But I have years and years and years on you. How does it feel for you, one who despises the ‘sullying’ of elven blood, to be slain by the exact thing you extol?” With that, ten magic missiles appear and shoot at you, dealing 39 force damage.
He is lowered to 5 HP. He pants, blood trickling. "I will fight until the blood makes the sword fall from my hand. Even when I am brought to a crawl you still wont defeat me." the black glow darkens, overclocking his entire body and healing him again for 16 HP. His senses are attack rolls are enhanced. If any of the attacks hit, Savage Attacker activates, doubling the damage.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
Attack: 29 Damage: 6
Attack: 29 Damage: 7
Attack: 23 Damage: 10
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 7
They all hit. Thirteen is almost dead himself. He scoffs. “Face thy fate, worthless one.” He points the tip of his blade at your face and ten magic missiles gather in a row along its blade, then shoot forward in a single volley. 33 force damage.
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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.
A few of the shadows are split, and they disintegrate into matte black particles. Thirteen pulls out his longsword, its crystalline blade shining with the glory of all who have wielded it in the past. He swings it at Zen, time seemingly slowing as the weapon approaches you. Attack: 19 Damage: 4 slashing damage plus 9 force damage.
It slams into his side as he backs away, muttering quickly as he calls upon something. A black glow envelops him and heals him for 26. He then lunges at Thirteen to attack him directly.
Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Several hit, but not hard enough to do major damage. Thirteen chuckles. “Not bad. But I have years and years and years on you. How does it feel for you, one who despises the ‘sullying’ of elven blood, to be slain by the exact thing you extol?” With that, ten magic missiles appear and shoot at you, dealing 39 force damage.
He is lowered to 5 HP. He pants, blood trickling. "I will fight until the blood makes the sword fall from my hand. Even when I am brought to a crawl you still wont defeat me." the black glow darkens, overclocking his entire body and healing him again for 16 HP. His senses are attack rolls are enhanced. If any of the attacks hit, Savage Attacker activates, doubling the damage.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
Attack: 29 Damage: 6
Attack: 29 Damage: 7
Attack: 23 Damage: 10
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 7
They all hit. Thirteen is almost dead himself. He scoffs. “Face thy fate, worthless one.” He points the tip of his blade at your face and ten magic missiles gather in a row along its blade, then shoot forward in a single volley. 33 force damage.
The final magic missile splits his skull in two, making him fall to the ground, dead.
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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.
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
Kharn silently walks over to Tarnished and Helena, looking over them. "Was it worth it?" He says, his voice emotionless. "Does this make you any better than the man you just killed?"
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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%.
*whoopee, racists are H O R R I B L E*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Well yea. That's very very true*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*EeeeeeeeeeE I don't want to be apart of this world anymore because of the homophobia, racists, sexists, and classists..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Uhhhh… 20 to life or death sentence.”
The second swing catches Rio in the shoulder, cutting about two centimeters deep and shattering many of his scales, and also knocking him away. “Yeah… yeah, I do…” He hisses, trying to regain his balance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Just try your best to ignore them buddy. They're a small part of a huge world*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*objectively correct statement*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am trying.,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wanna rp to get your mind off a it? I did a silly thing with my new villain*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am very tired of all this.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Not really, I got to work a bit.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah shame. See ya on here later?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Several hit, but not hard enough to do major damage. Thirteen chuckles. “Not bad. But I have years and years and years on you. How does it feel for you, one who despises the ‘sullying’ of elven blood, to be slain by the exact thing you extol?” With that, ten magic missiles appear and shoot at you, dealing 31 force damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He is lowered to 5 HP. He pants, blood trickling. "I will fight until the blood makes the sword fall from my hand. Even when I am brought to a crawl you still wont defeat me." the black glow darkens, overclocking his entire body and healing him again for 16 HP. His senses are attack rolls are enhanced. If any of the attacks hit, Savage Attacker activates, doubling the damage.
Attack: 24 Damage: 10
Attack: 29 Damage: 6
Attack: 29 Damage: 7
Attack: 23 Damage: 10
Attack: 30 Damage: 9
Attack: 30 Damage: 7
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They all hit. Thirteen is almost dead himself. He scoffs. “Face thy fate, worthless one.” He points the tip of his blade at your face and ten magic missiles gather in a row along its blade, then shoot forward in a single volley. 33 force damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The final magic missile splits his skull in two, making him fall to the ground, dead.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen sighs, plunging the blade into Zen’s head and looking around at the carnage. “So it ends.” He whispers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As he looks around there is a sicking squelch as Zen sits up, his head mending together with he said of the black energy. "Oh I don't think so."
*Gotta love getting a 20 on a death save.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kharn silently walks over to Tarnished and Helena, looking over them. "Was it worth it?" He says, his voice emotionless. "Does this make you any better than the man you just killed?"
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 on to say I'll be on in an half and hour or so.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*bro you didn’t even roll*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.