So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He turns around, the mask exploding as tendrils of black negative energy attack them. It latches on to their face (DC:23 to pry off) and digs into their flesh (Damage: 45 necromantic energy)
*Luckily, this isn't a lie.*
Yep, this is definitely Sparrow, and not anyone else. He scrambles up to his feet.
In response they cast Flame blade, beginning to try and stab into them with it, the skin on their face rotting away at the same time. Strength save to tear off the tendrils:8 To hit:1224 Damage:12+513+9
*If you want to continue.*
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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.'
Omori is still at the Inn, so focused on practicing her magic she doesn't even realize how many people are absent. She can create those sparks of magical energy slightly more consistently than before, being able to do so every few minutes.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you're making progress"
"Yep! Trying to get using magical energy to the point where it's muscle memory." She produces another spark, which quickly winks out of existence about a half-second after its created like all the others.
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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)
He turns around, the mask exploding as tendrils of black negative energy attack them. It latches on to their face (DC:23 to pry off) and digs into their flesh (Damage: 45 necromantic energy)
*Luckily, this isn't a lie.*
Yep, this is definitely Sparrow, and not anyone else. He scrambles up to his feet.
In response they cast Flame blade, beginning to try and stab into them with it, the skin on their face rotting away at the same time. Strength save to tear off the tendrils:8 To hit:1224 Damage:12+513+9
*If you want to continue.*
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
"All y'all need ta get out o' here befer they catch up. I barely escaped from 'em myself, there ain't no point lookin' back. We need to get movin'."
The sound of his muffled screams from behind the tendrils as they try to tears it off weakly. (I thought this was going to be slightly tougher, they can't get it off unless they get a nat19 with disadvantage.) He pops a bottle of Holy Water, pouring it on the ground and casting Magic Circle.
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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.'
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
"All y'all need ta get out o' here befer they catch up. I barely escaped from 'em myself, there ain't no point lookin' back. We need to get movin'."
The sound of his muffled screams from behind the tendrils as they try to tears it off weakly. (I thought this was going to be slightly tougher, they can't get it off unless they get a nat19 with disadvantage.) He pops a bottle of Holy Water, pouring it on the ground and casting Magic Circle.
Stroth shakes her head "I ain't leaving anyone behind." She snarls, her long teeth gnashing. 'Not you.. Not anyone ever."
He laughs and disappears into the shadows "Quite sorry, I have things to do."
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
"All y'all need ta get out o' here befer they catch up. I barely escaped from 'em myself, there ain't no point lookin' back. We need to get movin'."
The sound of his muffled screams from behind the tendrils as they try to tears it off weakly. (I thought this was going to be slightly tougher, they can't get it off unless they get a nat19 with disadvantage.) He pops a bottle of Holy Water, pouring it on the ground and casting Magic Circle.
Stroth shakes her head "I ain't leaving anyone behind." She snarls, her long teeth gnashing. 'Not you.. Not anyone ever."
He laughs and disappears into the shadows "Quite sorry, I have things to do."
He really seems like he wants to leave, and the more they look at him, the stranger things get, he's missing his gloves, Rosemary, and even his ring.
When they go back to where Stroth and Arthur were, of course they are no longer there, Grimes groans in pain, blood leaking from his mouth.
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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.'
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
"All y'all need ta get out o' here befer they catch up. I barely escaped from 'em myself, there ain't no point lookin' back. We need to get movin'."
The sound of his muffled screams from behind the tendrils as they try to tears it off weakly. (I thought this was going to be slightly tougher, they can't get it off unless they get a nat19 with disadvantage.) He pops a bottle of Holy Water, pouring it on the ground and casting Magic Circle.
Stroth shakes her head "I ain't leaving anyone behind." She snarls, her long teeth gnashing. 'Not you.. Not anyone ever."
He laughs and disappears into the shadows "Quite sorry, I have things to do."
He really seems like he wants to leave, and the more they look at him, the stranger things get, he's missing his gloves, Rosemary, and even his ring.
When they go back to where Stroth and Arthur were, of course they are no longer there, Grimes groans in pain, blood leaking from his mouth.
Her fur around her enlongated neck bristles, her multiple eyes narrowing . "I am going to kill each and everyone of them.."
The Herald casts Greater Restoration, Remove Curse, and Heal. "Grimes?" He murmurs.
Leo gasps as the fire dies out and his eyes revert to normal. Blood pour from his lips. "what...."
Phoenix blinks, breathing heavily, now back to normal.
Theren looks feral, blood trickling from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. "Kill you all!" he snarls.
Jack picks up Leo, runs back to the tavern.
Lore turns to Theren and mutters a string of words. (He needs to make a WIS saving throw or be paralyzed.)
Leo looks to be in shock, trembling violently.
WIS: 17 The creature grabs Therens shoulder, chittering to it.
"Its okay. Its okay." Jack mumbles, setting him down in there and running back.
Lore snarls and rushes at the creature. She is going to enter a Rage and then attacks with her maul. (Hit: 27 and Hit: 34 Damage: 17 and 16 )
Leo stares at the sky, shaking from blood loss. Phoenix's claustrophobia is kicking in as he bangs on the coffin.
It takes the first attack, and then grabs her maul, snapping it. It tilts its head, hands on Theren head. "Do something and he dies." it hisses.
Jack summons Phoenix back into the tavern as he casts Heal on Leo.
She narrows her eyes, casting Time Stop. She uses the time to move Theren out of its grip and into the tavern before running back and pulling out her shield and sword, readying herself.
It stares after her as Theren goes back to normal. He coughs up an alarming amount of blood, staining his clothes a deeper red.
Phoenix sits down hard, panicking a bit still. Leo gasps for air as his chest is knitted shut
*If you wanna continue Wendi*
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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.
(wendo :D)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Cut for Merabelle, KK, and Cathcart*
Cathcart brushes off the shoulder she grabbed him by. "Alright, then." He starts walking down one of the halls, not checking to see if the two follow.
KK seems skeptical. "We should keep an eye on him in case he tries to pull something." She says in hushed tones to Merabelle.
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)
*Welcome back Wendi.*
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.)
*Howdy! How art thou?*
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)
*I got the Dunkin peach Refresher and it is N A S T Y.*
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
She nods to them "Tell me if he starts doin' anythin'.' She whispers back to them, cracking her knuckles and following after them.
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.)
a tall, robed figure with medium brown hair and yellow is is drinking way too much red wine
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*If you want to continue.*
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.)
"Yep! Trying to get using magical energy to the point where it's muscle memory." She produces another spark, which quickly winks out of existence about a half-second after its created like all the others.
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)
*I gtg for a little while. I'll be back in about an hour.*
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)
She helps him up, letting him lean on her. Arthur summons some clockwork drones, using them to scout the area ahead.
The mask stays firmly attached. The tendrils bury into their eyes, mouth, and nose, cutting off oxygen and blinding them. Now they have disadvantage on all actions, attacks, and anything else. The Herald easily steps back from the attacks, chuckling.
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
"All y'all need ta get out o' here befer they catch up. I barely escaped from 'em myself, there ain't no point lookin' back. We need to get movin'."
The sound of his muffled screams from behind the tendrils as they try to tears it off weakly. (I thought this was going to be slightly tougher, they can't get it off unless they get a nat19 with disadvantage.) He pops a bottle of Holy Water, pouring it on the ground and casting Magic Circle.
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.)
*bloop*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Stroth shakes her head "I ain't leaving anyone behind." She snarls, her long teeth gnashing. 'Not you.. Not anyone ever."
He laughs and disappears into the shadows "Quite sorry, I have things to do."
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 really seems like he wants to leave, and the more they look at him, the stranger things get, he's missing his gloves, Rosemary, and even his ring.
When they go back to where Stroth and Arthur were, of course they are no longer there, Grimes groans in pain, blood leaking from his mouth.
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.)
Her fur around her enlongated neck bristles, her multiple eyes narrowing . "I am going to kill each and everyone of them.."
The Herald casts Greater Restoration, Remove Curse, and Heal. "Grimes?" He murmurs.
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
Damian, who is working the bar that day, cuts them off "Hey hey, we don't need any more day drunks, got it?"
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'm- *hic* fine- just need a *hic* bit more..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*If you wanna continue Wendi*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sparrow shivers, like he's never seen that before, though the shiver is only slight, barely noticeable "O' course, but we can do that later."
The thorns remove themselves from his eyes, his flesh heals, and his finger bones realign themselves, crunching painfully back "Huh...?"
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.)