Jason(?) Is sat on the forest, carving a small statue that looks like kelipso
Helios is in an oddly good mood
Kylar is eating breakfast happily
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints through the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
He seems slightly defensive at the sudden appearance, raising his carving knife
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
"Wh- oh gods" He thinks for a second before picking up a kinda large stone and throwing it at the griever
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The griever turns sharply. The kid uses the distraction to charge the griever and plunge his spear into its side.
He looks around for a moment before throwing his carving knife like a dagger at the greiver aswell
Jason(?) Is sat on the forest, carving a small statue that looks like kelipso
Helios is in an oddly good mood
Kylar is eating breakfast happily
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints through the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
He seems slightly defensive at the sudden appearance, raising his carving knife
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
"Wh- oh gods" He thinks for a second before picking up a kinda large stone and throwing it at the griever
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*YES YES YES*
The griever turns sharply. The kid uses the distraction to charge the griever and plunge his spear into its side.
He looks around for a moment before throwing his carving knife like a dagger at the greiver aswell
It sinks into the flesh as the griever wails and slowly dies. The kid pants as he removes his spear.
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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.
"Well right now, that blade barrier seems to be working." Raphael states, reading to fight.
The griever picks its way around, readying for a fight. "Why do I always get myself into this klunk?" the boy murmurs.
Raphael rolls their eyes. "I do not know, but we can do soul searching later. Look, I know a safe space, just let me lead you there." Raphael extends a hand, motioning for the kid to take it
The kid clenches his spear tighter, a look of rage and regret in his eyes as he stares down the Griever
Raphael teleports them 120 ft, before picking them up and flying over to the tavern. Wings sprout from the halfling, as the pair move about 270 ft in 6 seconds. As they arrive near the tavern, Raphael sets them down. "You can not be harmed here." Raphael explains
He blinks a few times staggering, he then throws up.
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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.
"Well right now, that blade barrier seems to be working." Raphael states, reading to fight.
The griever picks its way around, readying for a fight. "Why do I always get myself into this klunk?" the boy murmurs.
Raphael rolls their eyes. "I do not know, but we can do soul searching later. Look, I know a safe space, just let me lead you there." Raphael extends a hand, motioning for the kid to take it
The kid clenches his spear tighter, a look of rage and regret in his eyes as he stares down the Griever
Raphael teleports them 120 ft, before picking them up and flying over to the tavern. Wings sprout from the halfling, as the pair move about 270 ft in 6 seconds. As they arrive near the tavern, Raphael sets them down. "You can not be harmed here." Raphael explains
He blinks a few times staggering, he then throws up.
Raphael gives them space, looking around for a bucket or something
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"Well right now, that blade barrier seems to be working." Raphael states, reading to fight.
The griever picks its way around, readying for a fight. "Why do I always get myself into this klunk?" the boy murmurs.
Raphael rolls their eyes. "I do not know, but we can do soul searching later. Look, I know a safe space, just let me lead you there." Raphael extends a hand, motioning for the kid to take it
The kid clenches his spear tighter, a look of rage and regret in his eyes as he stares down the Griever
Raphael teleports them 120 ft, before picking them up and flying over to the tavern. Wings sprout from the halfling, as the pair move about 270 ft in 6 seconds. As they arrive near the tavern, Raphael sets them down. "You can not be harmed here." Raphael explains
He blinks a few times staggering, he then throws up.
Raphael gives them space, looking around for a bucket or something
He breathes heavily, wiping his mouth. "What sorta magic klunk was that?"
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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.
"Actually, I have. I've been to the Nightmare Plane before. Scary place. Technically a demiplane. Floats around in the Plane Etheral. Think it used to be part of the Shadowfell back when it was the Demiplane of Shadow, but I've only got one book on the subject so I'm not sure."
"I am guessing it wasn't a fun time?"
"No, but I don't really got a choice whether to be connected to the place or not. I've-" He stops and listens again. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything. So, how're you?"
They nod. "Good, life looks good, and I am excited for the party... You have a messanger or something?"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Naw, just listenin' to the crows. They're clever, but they can be mean sometimes. They told me not to tell you all my deepest secrets, and you know, I don't actually know you all that well, no offense, so I think it's a good idea. Nothin' against you or your character, but people can be right mean these days. All that fear goin' around, ya' know?"
He does a blank stare and smiles "Children are fun to play" :3
"Nothing! Just wanna help!" They said
"Understandible. Had a kid character once, maybe I will bring them here. Was a druid who was always in wildshape."
The Lizardfolk thinks, before Ihtros causes Throden to nod. "Understandible. You bake usually?"
"They are fun to play and destroy" You say and grin.
They nod "Yep! What about you?"
"Here here. Child murder for the win and all that. So, why the wendigo? And what lore?"
"It is a job which I have been granted, Simple yet efficient. Take out the trays and spray them down."
They shrug "I just really like Wendigo's. People who turn into monsters because of cannibalism." You grin.
He nods and grabs them, spraying them down for Ihtros.
"A suitible monster. Better than a simple ghost at the very least." I reply. "It is a childhood nickname that stuck I guess. Either that or Ihtros, in a way."
*Time skip?*
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Jason(?) Is sat on the forest, carving a small statue that looks like kelipso
Helios is in an oddly good mood
Kylar is eating breakfast happily
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints through the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
He seems slightly defensive at the sudden appearance, raising his carving knife
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
"Wh- oh gods" He thinks for a second before picking up a kinda large stone and throwing it at the griever
(MAZE RUNNER MAZE RUNNER MAZE RUNNER)
*YES YES YES*
The griever turns sharply. The kid uses the distraction to charge the griever and plunge his spear into its side.
He looks around for a moment before throwing his carving knife like a dagger at the greiver aswell
It sinks into the flesh as the griever wails and slowly dies. The kid pants as he removes his spear.
"Jeez, you ok?" Not Jason asks, pulling his knife out of the creatures head
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Naw, just listenin' to the crows. They're clever, but they can be mean sometimes. They told me not to tell you all my deepest secrets, and you know, I don't actually know you all that well, no offense, so I think it's a good idea. Nothin' against you or your character, but people can be right mean these days. All that fear goin' around, ya' know?"
"Eh, it is fine. Don't know much about myself right now anyway. Wizard, studying to be a necromancer... I think the sword owes me something, but I forget the specific. Happens when you get possessed."
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"They are fun to play and destroy" He said and grinned.
They nod "Yep! What about 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
He looks around for a moment before throwing his carving knife like a dagger at the greiver aswell
"May I ask what that is?"
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"Nothing dear." He said and purred.
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
It sinks into the flesh as the griever wails and slowly dies. The kid pants as he removes his spear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Here here. Child murder for the win and all that. So, why the wendigo? And what lore?"
"It is a job which I have been granted, Simple yet efficient. Take out the trays and spray them down."
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He blinks a few times staggering, he then throws up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael gives them space, looking around for a bucket or something
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He breathes heavily, wiping his mouth. "What sorta magic klunk was that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They shrug "I just really like Wendigo's. People who turn into monsters because of cannibalism." He grinned.
He nods and grabs them, spraying them down for Ihtros.
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
"Mine." They say, with jazz hands. "You allergic to magic or something?"
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He chuckles and shakes his head. "Naw, just listenin' to the crows. They're clever, but they can be mean sometimes. They told me not to tell you all my deepest secrets, and you know, I don't actually know you all that well, no offense, so I think it's a good idea. Nothin' against you or your character, but people can be right mean these days. All that fear goin' around, ya' know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"He cuts stuff. Like, cut a building in half with a swipe of hos hand level cutting."
"just not used to it slinthead." he says with a grumble.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mm.... ok." He sighs, leaning against the tree as he adds details to his statue carving
"A suitible monster. Better than a simple ghost at the very least." I reply. "It is a childhood nickname that stuck I guess. Either that or Ihtros, in a way."
*Time skip?*
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"Jeez, you ok?" Not Jason asks, pulling his knife out of the creatures head
"Eh, it is fine. Don't know much about myself right now anyway. Wizard, studying to be a necromancer... I think the sword owes me something, but I forget the specific. Happens when you get possessed."
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"Mmm... You seek more power?"
*Say, Raphael, being a solar, could become a warlock patron, correct?*
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*Definition of slinthead.*
"Understandible. Anyway, at least you are same now. Oh, my name is Raphael."
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