*Good hello you respectably silly lads and lassos*
*Allo :) *
*Hi :D*
*Do you feel like rping??*
*Sure, i can do that*
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
*Sorry. was doing a test*
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
*Das oki :D*
Theres rustling in the woods around him, the area he's stepped into eerily quiet
*He gained a level recently, and that's the 6th level subclass feature he got. I switched him from Monstrous Cuisine to Ordning Cuisine so that I could do cool things with the temporary HP he gives out.*
*Maybe Rag or Sparrow, if you're up for them.*
*Intriguing indeed. I do believe he should have some way to burn those temporary hit point to provide desirable effects, like Buffs to himself or his allies. Simply an idea though.*
*Either one is fine, and both are good. I assume you only want one though, since Rag is talking with Dyn, here's Sparrow.*
Sparrow is smoking on the porch of the Inn, sitting in the rocking chair and seemingly muttering to himself. His gloves glow as if responding to the stuff he says, although no one else can hear. He has Rosemary emptied sitting in his lap, the bullets in his infinite ammo pouch. He blows smoke into the air with tired eyes.
*Basically, depending on which option he chooses when he doles them out, you can sacrifice 2d4 temporary HP in order to A: gain that much AC until the start of your next turn as a reaction to being attacked, or B: add that much to an ability check.*
Felix waddles over and sits down beside him, offering a stick of nicotine gum. "You doing alright, man?"
*Hmm, although that depends on chance, being able to increase your own AC seems like a very powerful ability, if you get lucky and roll high you can have +8 to Ac, and considering how tanky he is already that could be very, very good. Though that's just coming from a DND novice.*
He takes the stick of gum, extinguishing his cigarette and beginning to chew softly "I don't know anymore. Are ya interested in hearin' my story?"
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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.'
He smiles "Well I hope you get what you're looking for."
"I'm here to kill someone. So its not happy business."
*Sorry. was doing a test*
*It's good man, do big.*
"Ah, just make sure not to kill the wrong person, there are people here far stronger than you."
"You don't know my own strength. How can you say that there are people stronger than me here?"
"Because, anyone who takes jobs that require killing people, definitely aren't the strongest around here. I'm likely stronger than you." He says, getting back to working "Just a warning, I'd take it if I were you."
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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.'
*Good hello you respectably silly lads and lassos*
*Allo :) *
*Hi :D*
*Do you feel like rping??*
*Sure, i can do that*
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
*Sorry. was doing a test*
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
*Das oki :D*
Theres rustling in the woods around him, the area he's stepped into eerily quiet
He is on high alert, one hand slowly reaching for the sword on his back while the other hand raises two fingers.
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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.
He smiles "Well I hope you get what you're looking for."
"I'm here to kill someone. So its not happy business."
*Sorry. was doing a test*
*It's good man, do big.*
"Ah, just make sure not to kill the wrong person, there are people here far stronger than you."
"You don't know my own strength. How can you say that there are people stronger than me here?"
"Because, anyone who takes jobs that require killing people, definitely aren't the strongest around here. I'm likely stronger than you." He says, getting back to working "Just a warning, I'd take it if I were you."
"That logic makes zero sense. If you're hired to kill someone you'd have to be strong and skilled. Therefore your logic is flawed."
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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.
*Good hello you respectably silly lads and lassos*
*Allo :) *
*Hi :D*
*Do you feel like rping??*
*Sure, i can do that*
Constant is out on the pier, reading a book
Tycho is eating on a rooftop
Georgie is sewing up a tear on one of his creations
Mirror is roaming the forest
*Sorry. was doing a test*
A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools. He looks around the woods with a smile, breathing in the autumn air.
*Das oki :D*
Theres rustling in the woods around him, the area he's stepped into eerily quiet
He is on high alert, one hand slowly reaching for the sword on his back while the other hand raises two fingers.
The silence permeates the area, you could hear an ant drop a pin. Then, a flock of bird is startled to his left
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
He uncorks the bottle for her, releasing the pressure little by little to keep it from fizzing over. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Traitor." He bows. "You seem to be a little scratched up. Would you like me to help with that? I'm very good at both healing and warding, so I can keep you from getting hurt in the future, too."
They place a claw on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. What did you trade for the blueprint? Maybe I can get it back for you."
She looks at her wounds- some still shimmering an inky black with aberrant blood. "Yes, thank you. I tried to bandage them up myself, but- well..." She gestures to the claws with her free hand, taking a sip of the soda.
"Everything except for T-FM and my ability to make art. I didn't think they'd close the deal right then and there..."
"Cool! This won't hurt a bit, assuming the wounds were cleaned properly." He takes her claw and says a prayer. She regains 14 HP, and Felix begins taking out hot meals from his cooler. Stone cheese (rich in minerals due to its unique fermentation method) with primordial fruit slices, roast roc, deep-fried kraken bits, all sorts of goodies. "These will make you stronger for a while."
They sigh and shake their head. "You may have made a mistake, but I'm sure it was an honest one. There's a way out of this, but I don't know what it is."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
He smiles "Well I hope you get what you're looking for."
"I'm here to kill someone. So its not happy business."
*Sorry. was doing a test*
*It's good man, do big.*
"Ah, just make sure not to kill the wrong person, there are people here far stronger than you."
"You don't know my own strength. How can you say that there are people stronger than me here?"
"Because, anyone who takes jobs that require killing people, definitely aren't the strongest around here. I'm likely stronger than you." He says, getting back to working "Just a warning, I'd take it if I were you."
"That logic makes zero sense. If you're hired to kill someone you'd have to be strong and skilled. Therefore your logic is flawed."
"If you are strong you wouldn't need a job like that in the first place. There is a difference between strong and the strongest around."
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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.'
*Basically, depending on which option he chooses when he doles them out, you can sacrifice 2d4 temporary HP in order to A: gain that much AC until the start of your next turn as a reaction to being attacked, or B: add that much to an ability check.*
Felix waddles over and sits down beside him, offering a stick of nicotine gum. "You doing alright, man?"
*Hmm, although that depends on chance, being able to increase your own AC seems like a very powerful ability, if you get lucky and roll high you can have +8 to Ac, and considering how tanky he is already that could be very, very good. Though that's just coming from a DND novice.*
He takes the stick of gum, extinguishing his cigarette and beginning to chew softly "I don't know anymore. Are ya interested in hearin' my story?"
*I didn't come up with the feature, but thanks!*
His ears perk up. "Of course!" He reaches into his pack and pulls out a pastry tower with treats on it, somehow undisturbed by any jostling they must have experienced in the backpack. He also pulls out a soda for each of them. "In case you need something to wet your whistle during your story."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"You don't know my own strength. How can you say that there are people stronger than me here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Das oki :D*
Theres rustling in the woods around him, the area he's stepped into eerily quiet
*Hmm, although that depends on chance, being able to increase your own AC seems like a very powerful ability, if you get lucky and roll high you can have +8 to Ac, and considering how tanky he is already that could be very, very good. Though that's just coming from a DND novice.*
He takes the stick of gum, extinguishing his cigarette and beginning to chew softly "I don't know anymore. Are ya interested in hearin' my story?"
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.)
"so depending on the task's difficulty he will ask of things of greater value am I correct?" Aesir then takes a swig of liquor
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"Because, anyone who takes jobs that require killing people, definitely aren't the strongest around here. I'm likely stronger than you." He says, getting back to working "Just a warning, I'd take it if I were you."
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 is on high alert, one hand slowly reaching for the sword on his back while the other hand raises two fingers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That logic makes zero sense. If you're hired to kill someone you'd have to be strong and skilled. Therefore your logic is flawed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The silence permeates the area, you could hear an ant drop a pin. Then, a flock of bird is startled to his left
(hi alaric)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
His form flickers as he appears in that area, hand still on his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Cool! This won't hurt a bit, assuming the wounds were cleaned properly." He takes her claw and says a prayer. She regains 14 HP, and Felix begins taking out hot meals from his cooler. Stone cheese (rich in minerals due to its unique fermentation method) with primordial fruit slices, roast roc, deep-fried kraken bits, all sorts of goodies. "These will make you stronger for a while."
They sigh and shake their head. "You may have made a mistake, but I'm sure it was an honest one. There's a way out of this, but I don't know what it is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hi ^^*
What does he do next :>
He looks around for the source of the birds flying away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How did you even befriend move anyways shen I'm sure it is a interesting story to tell"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
perception check please
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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.
"If you are strong you wouldn't need a job like that in the first place. There is a difference between strong and the strongest around."
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.)
*I didn't come up with the feature, but thanks!*
His ears perk up. "Of course!" He reaches into his pack and pulls out a pastry tower with treats on it, somehow undisturbed by any jostling they must have experienced in the backpack. He also pulls out a soda for each of them. "In case you need something to wet your whistle during your story."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.