*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
Damian waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
She does not follow, being unable to levitate or feather fall.
He casts Fly and tries to fly back up, making sure to make small hops off of the walls to boost speed.
He returns to the Material Plane, Ribriya watching him exasperatedly. “What did you find down there?”
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*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
*Cut.* He rubs his chin, thinking to himself silently, his eyes and chest beginning to softly glow their respective grey and crimson. He begins to play his lute as they walk, humming to himself.
Soon, they arrive at the pit that the Horned Serpent Riotan created long ago. It’s too deep and dark to see the bottom of. It looks like some kind of slimy substance was present on the rim at one point, but it’s dried and now resembles amber, albeit a pale green color.
Damian walks over to the hole, a massive grin on his face as a yellow ball forms in his hand, a huge amount of magical power coming off of it. He drops it in the hole. If it hits anything alive then it takes 41 damage (DC 18)
It falls down, its light quickly fading. “Hm. We might be encountering a dead layer, if the associated prince has been dormant long enough.” Ribriya ponders.
“It won’t be dormant for long. Listen.” He snaps his fingers and sets off the fireball, the explosion echoing up.
“…I hear… an explosion.”
“That should wake it up, and if it doesn’t I will.” He hops down the hole, casting levitate.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!” She yells at him. “Demon lords are not to be trifled with!”
“I’m the vessel for a god remember? I’m not to be trifled with!” He says floating down slowly “A real hero dies fighting!”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a moron!” She calls to him, but as you enter the pit, all sounds from the surface grow quiet.
“One in the same!” He calls out, waiting for himself to touch the ground, looking around with his dark vision.
The place is a dusty, hilly landscape, with dull reddish-brown skies and drifting ash in the air. Small plants grow here and there, and a tiny, dirty stream winds its way across the ground. A few mounds here and there seem to have holes dug in them, and rusted metal scraps lay near these entrances, seemingly denoting their presence.
Damian waits for a minute to see if she follows him down. Leaning against one of the walls and tapping his foot.
She does not follow, being unable to levitate or feather fall.
He casts Fly and tries to fly back up, making sure to make small hops off of the walls to boost speed.
He returns to the Material Plane, Ribriya watching him exasperatedly. “What did you find down there?”
He sticks the landing “This’ll take more investigation and time. I’ll need to have my body at its best before I go look farther.” He adjusts the wrist parts of his shirt “It seems I’ll have to carry you down there.”
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
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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.
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
He gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
He gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“No. I don’t know anything about this particular demon lord, but… well, actually, I really DON’T know anything about it. Can you describe what you saw?”
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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.
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
He gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“No. I don’t know anything about this particular demon lord, but… well, actually, I really DON’T know anything about it. Can you describe what you saw?”
“Underworld territory. Nothing alive but I didn’t go far. I’m going back down, tell the beautiful lady I was talking to I love her. Oh wait I’m talking to her.” Before she can say anything he dives into the hole with a wink. When he lands he’s continues his journey.
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
He gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“No. I don’t know anything about this particular demon lord, but… well, actually, I really DON’T know anything about it. Can you describe what you saw?”
“Underworld territory. Nothing alive but I didn’t go far. I’m going back down, tell the beautiful lady I was talking to I love her. Oh wait I’m talking to her.” Before she can say anything he dives into the hole with a wink. When he lands he’s continues his journey.
“I HOPE YOU GET BRAIN DAMAGE WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND!” She yells after him. The land is still barren, and the burial mounds are still silent.
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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.
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
He gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“No. I don’t know anything about this particular demon lord, but… well, actually, I really DON’T know anything about it. Can you describe what you saw?”
“Underworld territory. Nothing alive but I didn’t go far. I’m going back down, tell the beautiful lady I was talking to I love her. Oh wait I’m talking to her.” Before she can say anything he dives into the hole with a wink. When he lands he’s continues his journey.
“I HOPE YOU GET BRAIN DAMAGE WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND!” She yells after him. The land is still barren, and the burial mounds are still silent.
*Lovin the dynamic.* He casts light as he walks, trying to see if he can lure anything out. He also plays his lute as another form of lure.
*that feeling when you really wanna do something useful or productive but instead you spend all your time thinking about doing it insteadof figuring out what it is and actually doing it*
A skinny half-elf sits down next to Damian. He has greasy blond hair, is dripping with foul-smelling slime, and he has a rat perched on his shoulder
Damian wakes up with a start, looking the half elf up and down with a raised brow “Hello stranger. Did you sleep with a pile of worms or something?” His horns cover in flames.
'Hah, worms, nah, not worms. Ya must be a funny guy. I bet ya wouldn't look too different yourself if ya been living out of the sewers for a couple years'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Hah, worms, nah, not worms. Ya must be a funny guy. I bet ya wouldn't look too different yourself if ya been living out of the sewers for a couple years'
“That’s if I found myself in the sewers. I consider myself funny enough, I have to be. What’s ya name, buddy?” He casts create water, dropping it right on him, trying to get rid of the slime.
'The name's Flint. What's yours? And by the way, ya really don't need to do that, I'm kinda used to being a little grimy'
“I do it for my sake. My nose can take a lot, though not as much as years in the sewer.” He says jokingly “Really though, you should shower, do you like vegetables or fruits?”
'Hey, it's not that bad down there. Kinda peaceful, and enough debris to salvage and sell for a living. And yeah, I like vegetables and fruits! Who doesn't? Why ya ask?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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He returns to the Material Plane, Ribriya watching him exasperatedly. “What did you find down there?”
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 sticks the landing “This’ll take more investigation and time. I’ll need to have my body at its best before I go look farther.” He adjusts the wrist parts of his shirt “It seems I’ll have to carry you down there.”
*cut*
“Not on your life. I can find a way down. But I was planning to stay up here and keep it from expanding. Is the portal still open though?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It is very much still open. Tell me what is the best way to keep something from expanding?” He makes a snipping motion “By cutting it at the root.”
“That’s wrong. Plants can keep growing from their roots. The answer is to pull it out and destroy it. I plan to just try and keep it closed though, as a gateway of this scale is out of my jurisdiction. I’ll have to contact the Church of the Flanaess, and they can send some qualified clerics.”
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 gags in mock disgust “Churches. Fabulous.” He looks down the hole, “Do you genuinely think I handle this on my own? Because despite my confidence I’m not so sure.”
“No. I don’t know anything about this particular demon lord, but… well, actually, I really DON’T know anything about it. Can you describe what you saw?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Underworld territory. Nothing alive but I didn’t go far. I’m going back down, tell the beautiful lady I was talking to I love her. Oh wait I’m talking to her.” Before she can say anything he dives into the hole with a wink. When he lands he’s continues his journey.
“I HOPE YOU GET BRAIN DAMAGE WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND!” She yells after him. The land is still barren, and the burial mounds are still silent.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Lovin the dynamic.*
He casts light as he walks, trying to see if he can lure anything out. He also plays his lute as another form of lure.
*have a good week everyone*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that feeling when you really wanna do something useful or productive but instead you spend all your time thinking about doing it insteadof figuring out what it is and actually doing it*
'Um, hey there'
A skinny half-elf sits down next to Damian. He has greasy blond hair, is dripping with foul-smelling slime, and he has a rat perched on his shoulder
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Damian wakes up with a start, looking the half elf up and down with a raised brow “Hello stranger. Did you sleep with a pile of worms or something?” His horns cover in flames.
'Hah, worms, nah, not worms. Ya must be a funny guy. I bet ya wouldn't look too different yourself if ya been living out of the sewers for a couple years'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“That’s if I found myself in the sewers. I consider myself funny enough, I have to be. What’s ya name, buddy?” He casts create water, dropping it right on him, trying to get rid of the slime.
'The name's Flint. What's yours? And by the way, ya really don't need to do that, I'm kinda used to being a little grimy'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“I do it for my sake. My nose can take a lot, though not as much as years in the sewer.” He says jokingly “Really though, you should shower, do you like vegetables or fruits?”
'Hey, it's not that bad down there. Kinda peaceful, and enough debris to salvage and sell for a living. And yeah, I like vegetables and fruits! Who doesn't? Why ya ask?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.