*I'm now realizing I may need to retcon his abilities because he can be really powerful.*
"Quite sorry, I am rather impressed by your attacks so I wanted to show off a bit. Forgive me," he says, chuckling. (12 and 23)
*You might want to, though I do have characters that can seriously hurt him if they get the chance, but they are mainly on the combat dome, and Rag. What's his hp total?*
One fails and is stunned. Shen leans on his staff, bleeding deeply and his arms practically burnt to a crisp, but he keeps his smile "Come back out, I have more moves to show you!" He says excitedly.
*250 HP*
"Perhaps we should yield for now, you are bleeding quite badly." he shrugs.
*Yeah with health that high, guaranteed damage without a save seems a little unfair.*
He smiles "I've dealt with worse, my arms aren't broken yet, I can still punch."
*Fully agreed, will retcon when done.*
He sighs and walks over, plucking him from the ground. "You are bleeding like a stuck pig. This is a sparring match, not a fight to the death."
He's easily plucked off the ground, taking his staff with him "Oh come on, I want to fight you more, you're strong, you hit hard. Come on. One more round." He says, like a child, and not like a man bleeding to death.
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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.'
"In a sense, it's both. It's sort of an alias as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donn." She gives a sort of half-bow half-curtsy back.
"Where did you come from hon? I, personally, was born in the Feywild to the Archfey of Darkness and I now hold his title."
"I'm actually not sure about where. What I do know is that I was 'created' by an Elder Evil, though I don't work for her anymore."
"Hm, may I ask what caused the break from her service?" he asks.
"Essentially, I realized what her intentions really were, and didn't want to help her anymore."
"Ah, interesting. Forgive me, I am a nosy old father of forty-five and I enjoy details to situations."
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
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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)
*I'm now realizing I may need to retcon his abilities because he can be really powerful.*
"Quite sorry, I am rather impressed by your attacks so I wanted to show off a bit. Forgive me," he says, chuckling. (12 and 23)
*You might want to, though I do have characters that can seriously hurt him if they get the chance, but they are mainly on the combat dome, and Rag. What's his hp total?*
One fails and is stunned. Shen leans on his staff, bleeding deeply and his arms practically burnt to a crisp, but he keeps his smile "Come back out, I have more moves to show you!" He says excitedly.
*250 HP*
"Perhaps we should yield for now, you are bleeding quite badly." he shrugs.
*Yeah with health that high, guaranteed damage without a save seems a little unfair.*
He smiles "I've dealt with worse, my arms aren't broken yet, I can still punch."
*Fully agreed, will retcon when done.*
He sighs and walks over, plucking him from the ground. "You are bleeding like a stuck pig. This is a sparring match, not a fight to the death."
He's easily plucked off the ground, taking his staff with him "Oh come on, I want to fight you more, you're strong, you hit hard. Come on. One more round." He says, like a child, and not like a man bleeding to death.
"No." he shakes his head and carries him off to the restaurant where, somehow, William already is. He is bandaging his wounds, having used more than a few spell scrolls to heal himself already. He waves and chuckles "Beat the [GP] out of you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Can't be eating just that, gotta have bacon cheese slices, Lays poppables in white cheddar flavor, some Kraft Mac and Cheese, and some cans of Sprite because we are nothing if not junk hogs.*
*And yes, I do.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"In a sense, it's both. It's sort of an alias as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donn." She gives a sort of half-bow half-curtsy back.
"Where did you come from hon? I, personally, was born in the Feywild to the Archfey of Darkness and I now hold his title."
"I'm actually not sure about where. What I do know is that I was 'created' by an Elder Evil, though I don't work for her anymore."
"Hm, may I ask what caused the break from her service?" he asks.
"Essentially, I realized what her intentions really were, and didn't want to help her anymore."
"Ah, interesting. Forgive me, I am a nosy old father of forty-five and I enjoy details to situations."
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
"I like it, no person alive or dead should be held down from their true calling."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No." he shakes his head and carries him off to the restaurant where, somehow, William already is. He is bandaging his wounds, having used more than a few spell scrolls to heal himself already. He waves and chuckles "Beat the [GP] out of you?"
He chuckles and waves back "More set me on fire, at least I was able to land some hits back." He says jokingly "Name's Shen, you?" He says, walking over once he can feel his arms again, his staff shrinking to fit in his hand.
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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.'
"In a sense, it's both. It's sort of an alias as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donn." She gives a sort of half-bow half-curtsy back.
"Where did you come from hon? I, personally, was born in the Feywild to the Archfey of Darkness and I now hold his title."
"I'm actually not sure about where. What I do know is that I was 'created' by an Elder Evil, though I don't work for her anymore."
"Hm, may I ask what caused the break from her service?" he asks.
"Essentially, I realized what her intentions really were, and didn't want to help her anymore."
"Ah, interesting. Forgive me, I am a nosy old father of forty-five and I enjoy details to situations."
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
"I like it, no person alive or dead should be held down from their true calling."
"Agreed. Speaking of callings, may I ask what brings you here to this place?"
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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)
"I very well might have" he says, sighing as well, cracking a smile. "They're a fireball indeed."
"No, i'm a stoner." He says, snickering
She tosses another coffee bean into her mouth, looking to them curiously "Who might that be, if you don't mind my askin'?"
He chuckles, standing up "Should be cold enough now, I'll shower, you'll shower, then you'll go home?"
"Ah. Alas, I think it best I don't. I was well regarded by His Majesty for my tight lips~" He says, chuckling and booping their nose.
"Sadly, yes." he nods
She smiles wide, a mad look into their eyes for a moment "Oh really? I wouldn't recommend that if I were you, but I ain't am I?" She says.
He walks into the shower, coming out a few minutes later in new attire, although it looks identical.
"do I detect narcissim?" he clicks his tongue. "it does not do well to dwell on one's own importance"
"Did you even shower?" he says, standing up and walking past him, into the shower.
She leans back, raising her arms to press against the chair “It does not does it? I’ll make sure to keep from doin’ that sweetheart.”
He scuffs turning to them “Yay! Hell just doesn’t have any places for laundry.” He sits down, chuckling to himself.
"Care for others, even if they like straight coffee beans" he chuckles.
He comes back, clean and wearing different clothes.
She chuckles with them “They have a crunch to them, it’s somethin’ special about em.” She stands up “I should get goin’, it’s been real fun though.” She says genuinely before walking out.
He looks baffled “Did you just have those on hand?” He says, entirely confused.
He spreads his arms wide "Ah! Good to see I'm not alone in this world. I haven't seen anyone from my homeland in some time!" He smiles wider before frowning and lowering his arrms "Things aren't doing good back home?"
She thinks for a moment before saying "Something simple to eat maybe, before I continue my training."
He looks down, his eyes leaking tears of blood onto the ground, soaking it and mixing into the mud "My fault. A sinner who dared to try being a hero, saving my friends from hell, and being damned to it myself instead."
"The famines have gotten worse. Demons are making it into a new Hell. No one is helping." His smile does not falter.
Felix nods and heads to the kitchen before returning with a big, hearty sandwich made from all sorts of meat and eggs fried in beef tallow. Even the bread is made with blood.
Pod drags a finger along Thane's cheek and tastes the blood. "And yet, would you do it again? If you had to do it all over, would you leave your friends to suffer?"
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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.
*Works with me! I'm glad you and others like my characters.*
KK is at her studio, drawing a schematic for what looks like a radio tower.
She can detect someone walking around outside, looking through the windows. They are unarmed and dressed in tattered clothes.
She sets down her pencil, standing up and moving to the window to look for herself.
Hyacinthe smiles when he sees her, a bit surprised. "Apologies, miss. Thought this place might be abandoned, and I was checking to make sure. Didn't mean to bother 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.
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He's easily plucked off the ground, taking his staff with him "Oh come on, I want to fight you more, you're strong, you hit hard. Come on. One more round." He says, like a child, and not like a man bleeding to death.
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.)
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
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)
"No." he shakes his head and carries him off to the restaurant where, somehow, William already is. He is bandaging his wounds, having used more than a few spell scrolls to heal himself already. He waves and chuckles "Beat the [GP] out of you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles wide, a mad look into their eyes for a moment "Oh really? I wouldn't recommend that if I were you, but I ain't am I?" She says.
He walks into the shower, coming out a few minutes later in new attire, although it looks identical.
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.)
*Can't be eating just that, gotta have bacon cheese slices, Lays poppables in white cheddar flavor, some Kraft Mac and Cheese, and some cans of Sprite because we are nothing if not junk hogs.*
*And yes, I do.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I like it, no person alive or dead should be held down from their true calling."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He chuckles and waves back "More set me on fire, at least I was able to land some hits back." He says jokingly "Name's Shen, you?" He says, walking over once he can feel his arms again, his staff shrinking to fit in his hand.
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.)
"Agreed. Speaking of callings, may I ask what brings you here to this place?"
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)
She leans back, raising her arms to press against the chair “It does not does it? I’ll make sure to keep from doin’ that sweetheart.”
He scuffs turning to them “Yay! Hell just doesn’t have any places for laundry.” He sits down, chuckling to himself.
She chuckles with them “They have a crunch to them, it’s somethin’ special about em.” She stands up “I should get goin’, it’s been real fun though.” She says genuinely before walking out.
He looks baffled “Did you just have those on hand?” He says, entirely confused.
"The famines have gotten worse. Demons are making it into a new Hell. No one is helping." His smile does not falter.
Felix nods and heads to the kitchen before returning with a big, hearty sandwich made from all sorts of meat and eggs fried in beef tallow. Even the bread is made with blood.
Pod drags a finger along Thane's cheek and tastes the blood. "And yet, would you do it again? If you had to do it all over, would you leave your friends to suffer?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hyacinthe smiles when he sees her, a bit surprised. "Apologies, miss. Thought this place might be abandoned, and I was checking to make sure. Didn't mean to bother you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.