Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Initiative: 23
The merc yelps and raises his gun
"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Attack: 6 Damage: 16
Attack: 8 Damage: 17
None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Initiative: 23
The merc yelps and raises his gun
"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Attack: 6 Damage: 16
Attack: 8 Damage: 17
None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Initiative: 23
The merc yelps and raises his gun
"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Attack: 6 Damage: 16
Attack: 8 Damage: 17
None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Group save: 16
They all fail the save and become frightened for 1 minute (10 rounds). At the end of their turn, they must make a DC 19 wis save and take 4d10 psychic damage on a fail. If they succeed, they are not frightened.
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Initiative: 23
The merc yelps and raises his gun
"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Attack: 6 Damage: 16
Attack: 8 Damage: 17
None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Group save: 16
They all fail the save and become frightened for 1 minute (10 rounds). At the end of their turn, they must make a DC 19 wis save and take 4d10 psychic damage on a fail. If they succeed, they are not frightened.
All the mercs, including the one beating up phoenix run away.
Theren is laying on the edge of the lake. Blood seeps from his ears and mouth as a Umber Hulk looms over him.
Phoenix is pinned under two mercs. One is using a shock baton to keep him in check while the other three keep an eye out for other people.
Mars is reading a book.
The demon is standing near by. “Hello there. What are we doing now?”
The three mercs raise their guns and aim them at the demon. "Stay out of this. It ain't your business freak." one says
“All I wanted was to talk, good chaps.”
All three mercs keep their guns raises and click off the safety. The one beating up Phoenix continues to hit him with the shock baton. "Then talk." says the one from before.
"Ooh. Menacing. You should really smile more *I'm assuming the merc has a serious frown*. You're never dressed without one."
*Yep he does*
"Look back off and leave us be or else you'll be joining the fugitive on the ground with a bullet in your skull!"
"Sounds absolutely thrilling. What is this fugitive convicted of? I do hope it's murder."
"Doesn't concern you. I'm giving you till the count of 5 to back off." The merc then starts to count down.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the static. Mind speaking in to the microphone?" He holds his staff out towards the merc.
The merc looks confused but leans foreword and starts to repeat what he said.
"Ah. No." The Merc suddenly feels as if his soul is being ripped from his body. Make a DC 20 con save. On a fail, you lose your soul. On a success, you lose hit points equal to half your hit point maximum.
Con: 20
You lose half of your hit point maximum. initiative 18
Initiative: 23
The merc yelps and raises his gun
"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Attack: 6 Damage: 16
Attack: 8 Damage: 17
None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Group save: 16
They all fail the save and become frightened for 1 minute (10 rounds). At the end of their turn, they must make a DC 19 wis save and take 4d10 psychic damage on a fail. If they succeed, they are not frightened.
All the mercs, including the one beating up phoenix run away.
"This is quite sad. I was hoping to kill them. Oh well, you don't win them all." The demon leaves.
Initiative: 16
The merc yelps and raises his gun
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"Take your shot, old chap."
All three mercs open fire.
Attack: 18 Damage: 22
Attack: 10 Damage: 17
Attack: 14 Damage: 23
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None of their attacks hit. The demon casts Weird. All of the Mercs need to make a DC 19 Wis save or become frightened.
Group save: 20
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They all fail the save and become frightened for 1 minute (10 rounds). At the end of their turn, they must make a DC 19 wis save and take 4d10 psychic damage on a fail. If they succeed, they are not frightened.
All the mercs, including the one beating up phoenix run away.
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"This is quite sad. I was hoping to kill them. Oh well, you don't win them all." The demon leaves.
*Before you go, what did you think of Alastir*
Joshua is having fun with magic, but gets bored quickly
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
*Good morning :D*
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
*Mornin’*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*:D*
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
*good morning my friends!*
*ALARIC :D*
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
*lawrence!!!! :D*
*-hugs-*
*MY BUDDY!!!*
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
*Yay!!!!!*
*HOW ARE YOU!*
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
*DOING GREAT, HOW ARE YOU?*