A man walks into the tavern, holding a large backpack and a tray of riceballs. His hair is uncombed and tangled, and it appears he hasn't shaved in quite some time. Holding up the tray of varied, exotic riceballs, he calls, "One GP per ball, each a unique flavor and effect! Discover your dreams or breath fire with Shoji's Amazing Riceballs!"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
She drifts closer to watch, but doesn't interfere or reveal herself- not yet, anyway.
She can see him take on silently away from the group, stabbing a knife deep into the mans throat while covering his mouth
She decides to lend a little aid, casting silence around where he attacked the mercenary to give him a little extra stealth.
Phoenix slowly takes them out one by one, the last one putting up a fight before getting a throwing knife to the throat. Phoenix retrieves, and cleans the knife, heading back through the woods.
The Seer emerges from the shadows, slowly clapping. She seems entertained by his brutal efficiency in dispatching the squad. "Bravo! Such ruthless cunning!"
Phoenix quickly raises his rifle, aiming it at her skull. "What does it matter to you?" he asks, face hidden behind his red skull mask
*Sorry about the delay*
She frowns, but doesn't react to move out of the way. "It doesn't, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun to watch. You're quite skilled- though, you don't need me to say that, I imagine."
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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)
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
She drifts closer to watch, but doesn't interfere or reveal herself- not yet, anyway.
She can see him take on silently away from the group, stabbing a knife deep into the mans throat while covering his mouth
She decides to lend a little aid, casting silence around where he attacked the mercenary to give him a little extra stealth.
Phoenix slowly takes them out one by one, the last one putting up a fight before getting a throwing knife to the throat. Phoenix retrieves, and cleans the knife, heading back through the woods.
The Seer emerges from the shadows, slowly clapping. She seems entertained by his brutal efficiency in dispatching the squad. "Bravo! Such ruthless cunning!"
Phoenix quickly raises his rifle, aiming it at her skull. "What does it matter to you?" he asks, face hidden behind his red skull mask
*Sorry about the delay*
She frowns, but doesn't react to move out of the way. "It doesn't, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun to watch. You're quite skilled- though, you don't need me to say that, I imagine."
*All good*
"I really don't. Honestly I know my skills."
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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.
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
She drifts closer to watch, but doesn't interfere or reveal herself- not yet, anyway.
She can see him take on silently away from the group, stabbing a knife deep into the mans throat while covering his mouth
She decides to lend a little aid, casting silence around where he attacked the mercenary to give him a little extra stealth.
Phoenix slowly takes them out one by one, the last one putting up a fight before getting a throwing knife to the throat. Phoenix retrieves, and cleans the knife, heading back through the woods.
The Seer emerges from the shadows, slowly clapping. She seems entertained by his brutal efficiency in dispatching the squad. "Bravo! Such ruthless cunning!"
Phoenix quickly raises his rifle, aiming it at her skull. "What does it matter to you?" he asks, face hidden behind his red skull mask
*Sorry about the delay*
She frowns, but doesn't react to move out of the way. "It doesn't, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun to watch. You're quite skilled- though, you don't need me to say that, I imagine."
*All good*
"I really don't. Honestly I know my skills."
"That's good. Speaking of skills, I could actually use yours for something. There's someone pestering me that I'd much rather have... disappear. You'd be paid handsomely, of course."
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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)
"That's good. Speaking of skills, I could actually use yours for something. There's someone pestering me that I'd much rather have... disappear. You'd be paid handsomely, of course."
"It'd have to be a lot. I don't do merc stuff much anymore." he says simply
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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.
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
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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.'
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
"That's good. Speaking of skills, I could actually use yours for something. There's someone pestering me that I'd much rather have... disappear. You'd be paid handsomely, of course."
"It'd have to be a lot. I don't do merc stuff much anymore." he says simply
"How much?"
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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)
"That's good. Speaking of skills, I could actually use yours for something. There's someone pestering me that I'd much rather have... disappear. You'd be paid handsomely, of course."
"It'd have to be a lot. I don't do merc stuff much anymore." he says simply
"How much?"
"780,000 gold coins." he says, lowering the rifle
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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.
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
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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.'
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
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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.'
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
The room becomes hotter and hotter, flames begining to crawl out of the floorboards. "I can't. I can't eat or drink." He said, standing up. Gon finds that true fish is getting horribly burnt from the flames that surround them. He is going to need to make five WIS saves.
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
The room becomes hotter and hotter, flames begining to crawl out of the floorboards. "I can't. I can't eat or drink." He said, standing up. Gon finds that true fish is getting horribly burnt from the flames that surround them. He is going to need to make five WIS saves.
Wis saves:312121012
He takes the fish off of the fire, still unworried. He begins to eat the fish, despite how horribly burnt has become "That sounds terrible."
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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.'
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
The room becomes hotter and hotter, flames begining to crawl out of the floorboards. "I can't. I can't eat or drink." He said, standing up. Gon finds that true fish is getting horribly burnt from the flames that surround them. He is going to need to make five WIS saves.
Wis saves:12919169
He takes the fish off of the fire, still unworried. He begins to eat the fish, despite how horribly burnt has become "That sounds terrible."
*All of them fail*
He is going to take ( 86 fire damage and 111 psychic damage. )
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
The room becomes hotter and hotter, flames begining to crawl out of the floorboards. "I can't. I can't eat or drink." He said, standing up. Gon finds that true fish is getting horribly burnt from the flames that surround them. He is going to need to make five WIS saves.
Wis saves:12919169
He takes the fish off of the fire, still unworried. He begins to eat the fish, despite how horribly burnt has become "That sounds terrible."
*All of them fail*
He is going to take ( 118 fire damage and 109 psychic damage. )
If you can believe it, he's still alive. The flames toast his flesh and the psychic energy bombards his mind. He continues to eat the fish "It's hot in here. Is it always like this?"
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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 walks into the tavern, holding a large backpack and a tray of riceballs. His hair is uncombed and tangled, and it appears he hasn't shaved in quite some time. Holding up the tray of varied, exotic riceballs, he calls, "One GP per ball, each a unique flavor and effect! Discover your dreams or breath fire with Shoji's Amazing Riceballs!"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
The teen who lives in the 1990's Ranch House, whose name is 'Home', is sitting in front of the TV. A recording of an eyeball is playing on it in grainy black and white. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he watches. Everything in the house still is brand new and clean except the smell of smoke coming from the basement.
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
*Sorry about the delay*
She frowns, but doesn't react to move out of the way. "It doesn't, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun to watch. You're quite skilled- though, you don't need me to say that, I imagine."
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)
*All good*
"I really don't. Honestly I know my skills."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure!*
Traitor is carving a wooden figuring with her claws.
KK is leaning against the outside wall of the Inn, writing something 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)
"That's good. Speaking of skills, I could actually use yours for something. There's someone pestering me that I'd much rather have... disappear. You'd be paid handsomely, of course."
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'd have to be a lot. I don't do merc stuff much anymore." he says simply
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gon walks into the Ranch House, carrying a car sized fish over his shoulder, held by his fishing rod. He walks to the center of the room, putting it down and waving to the teen with a bright smile. (I wonder what the House will do with Gon, considering he's entirely guiltless.)
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.)
Home looks up, his eyes narrowing "Get out of here with that thing.." he mutters.
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
"How much?"
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)
"780,000 gold coins." he says, lowering the rifle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tilts his head, confused "What thing?" He begins to make a campfire to cook the fish.
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.)
"The fish man, smells horrible. Get it out of here." He says. The house begins to heat up.
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
"I'm about to cook it, don't worry. Do you want some to eat?" He lights the campfire, spearing the fish and putting it above the fire.
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.)
*Back! I got a Witch's Brew slush float from Sonic.*
*I hate that hedgehog, but he can make a good drink.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The room becomes hotter and hotter, flames begining to crawl out of the floorboards. "I can't. I can't eat or drink." He said, standing up. Gon finds that true fish is getting horribly burnt from the flames that surround them. He is going to need to make five WIS saves.
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
Wis saves:3 12 12 10 12
He takes the fish off of the fire, still unworried. He begins to eat the fish, despite how horribly burnt has become "That sounds terrible."
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.)
*All of them fail*
He is going to take ( 86 fire damage and 111 psychic damage. )
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
*But he's the fastest thing alive! The drinks are quite delicious I can agree.*
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.)
If you can believe it, he's still alive. The flames toast his flesh and the psychic energy bombards his mind. He continues to eat the fish "It's hot in here. Is it always like this?"
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.)