She rushes after him, tackling him in a hug. Arthur runs after her but has smaller legs than her long ones. She kisses him all over, casting Heal, Greater Restoration, and then Remove Curse on him if there are any issues.
The Herald picks him up and slips into the darkness to go find Stroth and Arthur.
He coughs up blood as he is healed, actually appearing afraid "We need ta get the [gp] outta here befer somethin' ends up happenin' ta y'all." Perception or Insight check please. Deception:30 Minimum of 27.
Before they can leave, they feel someone grab their shoulder "I can't let you go." Goes a calm voice, Cold as ice, a tiefling with glasses in all black cloth "I wasn't finished experimenting."
*Stroth can tell when a thing tells a lie.*
Arthur: 24 Stroth: 24
He turns around, the mask exploding as tendrils of black negative energy attack them. It latches on to their face (DC:23 to pry off) and digs into their flesh (Damage: 45 necromantic energy)
*Luckily, this isn't a lie.*
Yep, this is definitely Sparrow, and not anyone else. He scrambles up to his feet.
In response they cast Flame blade, beginning to try and stab into them with it, the skin on their face rotting away at the same time. Strength save to tear off the tendrils:8 To hit:1224 Damage:12+513+9
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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 man is wandering the halls, looking bored. He brushes his curly brown hair out of his eyes, looking around the halls for anyone else here. His dusty beige trench-coat faintly billows behind him as he walks, the sound of his boots being clearly heard- he isn't trying to be stealthy in the least. Resting on his shoulder, held with both his hands, is a large mace- the head of which is a smooth heavy-looking sphere of metal still stained with old blood.
Cathcart grumbles something under his breath- The Valentines gave him the job of security, and he's not too happy about it. Figures that he'd get the boring work, he thinks.
They hear the sound of a portal opening nearby, of course they could assume it was just some of the lesser demons who was left behind, but Merabelle walks through the portal, along with KK behind them after they figured it out. The towering woman looks around, spotting Cathcart, though not recognizing him, just assuming he was also trying to save Sparrow, Thane, and Grimes.
KK also notices Cathcart, but also not knowing him, assumes he's here for the same reasons as them. Cathcart, however, has an idea- finally, something interesting.
"You two here looking for Thane and the... and the others too?" He says, his grip on the mace shifting slightly. Deception: 17
Insight:18
If She succeeds she begins heading towards them, his claws coming back out as a look of aggression appears on her face "Where the [gp] are they. Tell me or die."
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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.'
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
A man is wandering the halls, looking bored. He brushes his curly brown hair out of his eyes, looking around the halls for anyone else here. His dusty beige trench-coat faintly billows behind him as he walks, the sound of his boots being clearly heard- he isn't trying to be stealthy in the least. Resting on his shoulder, held with both his hands, is a large mace- the head of which is a smooth heavy-looking sphere of metal still stained with old blood.
Cathcart grumbles something under his breath- The Valentines gave him the job of security, and he's not too happy about it. Figures that he'd get the boring work, he thinks.
They hear the sound of a portal opening nearby, of course they could assume it was just some of the lesser demons who was left behind, but Merabelle walks through the portal, along with KK behind them after they figured it out. The towering woman looks around, spotting Cathcart, though not recognizing him, just assuming he was also trying to save Sparrow, Thane, and Grimes.
KK also notices Cathcart, but also not knowing him, assumes he's here for the same reasons as them. Cathcart, however, has an idea- finally, something interesting.
"You two here looking for Thane and the... and the others too?" He says, his grip on the mace shifting slightly. Deception: 17
Insight:25
If She succeeds she begins heading towards them, his claws coming back out as a look of aggression appears on her face "Where the [gp] are they. Tell me or die."
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
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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)
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
She reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:14) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't.
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
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
She reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:24) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't/
He tries to dodge, but is grabbed. "Cathcart- don't have any reason to lie about my name. As for my payment, I win the grand prize of being alive another day. How generous of them." There is a clear tone of sarcasm in his voice.
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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)
Omori is still at the Inn, so focused on practicing her magic she doesn't even realize how many people are absent. She can create those sparks of magical energy slightly more consistently than before, being able to do so every few minutes.
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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)
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
She reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:24) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't/
He tries to dodge, but is grabbed. "Cathcart- don't have any reason to lie about my name. As for my payment, I win the grand prize of being alive another day. How generous of them." There is a clear tone of sarcasm in his voice.
"It sounds like ya made the idiotic choice of makin' a deal with them. Ya are going to take us through every room in this here palace until we end up findin' them." She puts them back down roughly, still heavily lacking trust over them, sure they know more than they've said.
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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.'
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
She reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:24) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't/
He tries to dodge, but is grabbed. "Cathcart- don't have any reason to lie about my name. As for my payment, I win the grand prize of being alive another day. How generous of them." There is a clear tone of sarcasm in his voice.
"It sounds like ya made the idiotic choice of makin' a deal with them. Ya are going to take us through every room in this here palace until we end up findin' them." She puts them back down roughly, still heavily lacking trust over them, sure they know more than they've said.
After a few seconds, he sighs. "Alright." He replies curtly. "Though I can't exactly give the full tour if you don't put me down."
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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)
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
She reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:24) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't/
He tries to dodge, but is grabbed. "Cathcart- don't have any reason to lie about my name. As for my payment, I win the grand prize of being alive another day. How generous of them." There is a clear tone of sarcasm in his voice.
"It sounds like ya made the idiotic choice of makin' a deal with them. Ya are going to take us through every room in this here palace until we end up findin' them." She puts them back down roughly, still heavily lacking trust over them, sure they know more than they've said.
After a few seconds, he sighs. "Alright." He replies curtly. "Though I can't exactly give the full tour if you don't put me down."
She lets him go, her claws retracting as she takes a deep breath "Then lead the way," She pats down her dress, calming herself down.
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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.'
Omori is still at the Inn, so focused on practicing her magic she doesn't even realize how many people are absent. She can create those sparks of magical energy slightly more consistently than before, being able to do so every few minutes.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you're making progress"
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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
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*Luckily, this isn't a lie.*
Yep, this is definitely Sparrow, and not anyone else. He scrambles up to his feet.
In response they cast Flame blade, beginning to try and stab into them with it, the skin on their face rotting away at the same time. Strength save to tear off the tendrils:8 To hit:12 24 Damage:12+5 13+9
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.)
*what's the alts name again?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*OnerousObligation*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Insight:18
If She succeeds she begins heading towards them, his claws coming back out as a look of aggression appears on her face "Where the [gp] are they. Tell me or die."
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 looks around "Come on, help me drag these guys." He picks up Theren.
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.)
*Okay, see if you got it*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ladon drags Leo and Stormcutter grabs Phoenix
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes them back to the tavern, using his limited knowledge of medical jutsu on them.
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.)
(anyone want to rp?)
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
She immediately sees through his lie, and he begins slowly backing away from her while still facing her. She can probably hear him mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this [1GP]." as she approaches. "Can't. Don't even know where the bosses put 'em. You'd think that'd be nice for a guard to know, but apparently not."
KK sticks close to Merabelle, staring daggers at Cathcart and getting ready for if he tries to run.
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 reaches out a clawed hand to grab him, visibly angry (Grapple:14) If she succeeds she picks him off of his feet "Who are ya? What are the Valentines giving ya fer this work?" Her voice is ordering him to answer, her hands strong enough to crush him if he doesn't.
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.)
(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
*I will once I get back. In the meantime, wanna rp?*
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 tries to dodge, but is grabbed. "Cathcart- don't have any reason to lie about my name. As for my payment, I win the grand prize of being alive another day. How generous of them." There is a clear tone of sarcasm in his voice.
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)
*Sure, sounds fun!*
Omori is still at the Inn, so focused on practicing her magic she doesn't even realize how many people are absent. She can create those sparks of magical energy slightly more consistently than before, being able to do so every few minutes.
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 sounds like ya made the idiotic choice of makin' a deal with them. Ya are going to take us through every room in this here palace until we end up findin' them." She puts them back down roughly, still heavily lacking trust over them, sure they know more than they've said.
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.)
After a few seconds, he sighs. "Alright." He replies curtly. "Though I can't exactly give the full tour if you don't put me down."
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 lets him go, her claws retracting as she takes a deep breath "Then lead the way," She pats down her dress, calming herself down.
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.)
*cieuchiuc howdy.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you're making progress"
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