He hesitantly pulls away for a moment, pointing at an alley about a rooftop away
Scott nods and stands up "I'll go check it out okay?"
Tycho holds onto him, "I- I c-can come. I don't... i don't want to be alone"
"That's okay. I just don't want you getting upset anymore okay?" He hugs him again.
He nods softly, getting up with him, still clinging to his arm
Scott goes to the spot he marked out and explore the area around.
The alleyway is coated in dried blood, almost like thick paint
He grimaces, trying to stay brave. He pulls out his book and his pen, writing something down. In an instant, the world seems to blur as the blood suddenly disappears.
"T-That...?" Tycho tilts his head,
"That was the books power. I found that once a month I can write something into existence or out of it." He explains "I just used my once a month today to get rid of the blood and the person's existence entirely so they can't be tracked back to you.'
He hesitantly pulls away for a moment, pointing at an alley about a rooftop away
Scott nods and stands up "I'll go check it out okay?"
Tycho holds onto him, "I- I c-can come. I don't... i don't want to be alone"
"That's okay. I just don't want you getting upset anymore okay?" He hugs him again.
He nods softly, getting up with him, still clinging to his arm
Scott goes to the spot he marked out and explore the area around.
The alleyway is coated in dried blood, almost like thick paint
He grimaces, trying to stay brave. He pulls out his book and his pen, writing something down. In an instant, the world seems to blur as the blood suddenly disappears.
"T-That...?" Tycho tilts his head,
"That was the books power. I found that once a month I can write something into existence or out of it." He explains "I just used my once a month today to get rid of the blood and the person's existence entirely so they can't be tracked back to you.'
"W-why would you..." he looks down, holding onto scott a bitt tighter
Marie has a bounty on her head, and as a result, while busy grave robbing, was attacked by the infamous man known only as the bounty hunter, and is currently fighting them to what will likely be the death. At this rate, Marie isn’t going to beat them on her own, though there are several poison darts and knives in them. She is bleeding from deep cuts in her mid section and shoulder.
Jax, who's never far from her, steps in, standing between her and them. "Rough night?" he jests, running two frosty fingers over each wound, sealing them temporarily.
She holds her pickaxe in one hand, another knife in the other, seemingly infinite numbers within her grasp. She chuckles at Jax’s jest, but the bounty hunter silently points at them. Jax feels he’s been marked.
He growls, dashing back away from it, pulling out a sword with a maroon hilt, and a black, curved, and cursed blade. "Who the hell is this guy?"
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
*my name is jobah and i am a being of deep significance. i have made many mistakes and have many debts. i am the first inductee to your lovely system. my purpose is ambiguous and my means of action are dubious.*
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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.
Marie has a bounty on her head, and as a result, while busy grave robbing, was attacked by the infamous man known only as the bounty hunter, and is currently fighting them to what will likely be the death. At this rate, Marie isn’t going to beat them on her own, though there are several poison darts and knives in them. She is bleeding from deep cuts in her mid section and shoulder.
Jax, who's never far from her, steps in, standing between her and them. "Rough night?" he jests, running two frosty fingers over each wound, sealing them temporarily.
She holds her pickaxe in one hand, another knife in the other, seemingly infinite numbers within her grasp. She chuckles at Jax’s jest, but the bounty hunter silently points at them. Jax feels he’s been marked.
He growls, dashing back away from it, pulling out a sword with a maroon hilt, and a black, curved, and cursed blade. "Who the hell is this guy?"
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
"You're a criminal? You're ruining my good name, you know." he huffs, running a finger over the edge of his blade, drawing blood and imbuing the blade with it, adding 2d8 ice damage for 4 turns.
“Oh come on Jax, don’t pretend you didn’t know. Oh, and you know you couldn’t live without me.” She takes the time to boop him on the nose, before throwing two more knives into the bounty hunter’s chest. To hit:1410 Damage:78
"IN LIGHT OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU ALL GIFTS."
A booming voice echoes from a large merchant ship, designed with beauty in mind but poorly maintained over the years.
"THE HOMELESS, THE ILLEGAL, THE VILE. HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TASTED... CHOCOLATE? FRESH MEDITERRANEAN FRUITS? PEPPERS FROM SOUTH AMERICA? BEER FROM NORTH? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE FELT THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S QUILT? COME AND TAKE MY OFFERINGS."
A stocky, pleasingly plump gatorfolk stands on the very tip of the boat, a PA mic to his dark-scaled snout. He wears warm colors, all reds, oranges and purples, and in many soft, cozy layers. A feathered tricorne cap sits atop his head with a bullet hole in the middle.
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT OBJECTIONS. YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU MAY LEAVE IT, BUT YOU MAY NOT STOP ME! THIS IS MY GOOD DEED FOR THE MONTH, AND I DON'T WANT IT WASTED!"
Marie has a bounty on her head, and as a result, while busy grave robbing, was attacked by the infamous man known only as the bounty hunter, and is currently fighting them to what will likely be the death. At this rate, Marie isn’t going to beat them on her own, though there are several poison darts and knives in them. She is bleeding from deep cuts in her mid section and shoulder.
Jax, who's never far from her, steps in, standing between her and them. "Rough night?" he jests, running two frosty fingers over each wound, sealing them temporarily.
She holds her pickaxe in one hand, another knife in the other, seemingly infinite numbers within her grasp. She chuckles at Jax’s jest, but the bounty hunter silently points at them. Jax feels he’s been marked.
He growls, dashing back away from it, pulling out a sword with a maroon hilt, and a black, curved, and cursed blade. "Who the hell is this guy?"
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
"You're a criminal? You're ruining my good name, you know." he huffs, running a finger over the edge of his blade, drawing blood and imbuing the blade with it, adding 2d8 ice damage for 4 turns.
“Oh come on Jax, don’t pretend you didn’t know. Oh, and you know you couldn’t live without me.” She takes the time to boop him on the nose, before throwing two more knives into the bounty hunter’s chest. To hit:1510 Damage:78
"I'm a bad liar, I know." he says, rushing forward with a flurry of slashes aimed at the man's chest.
Attack: 33 Damage: 26 + 6 Ice Damage
Attack: 29 Damage: 18 + 7 Ice Damage
Attack: 32 Damage: 18 + 4 Ice Damage
He raises two arms to block, but the cut cleave run through his armor, into his arms, though he doesn’t even grunt at the pain. He does collapse to the ground, his arms cut half way open.
"IN LIGHT OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU ALL GIFTS."
A booming voice echoes from a large merchant ship, designed with beauty in mind but poorly maintained over the years.
"THE HOMELESS, THE ILLEGAL, THE VILE. HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TASTED... CHOCOLATE? FRESH MEDITERRANEAN FRUITS? PEPPERS FROM SOUTH AMERICA? BEER FROM NORTH? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE FELT THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S QUILT? COME AND TAKE MY OFFERINGS."
A stocky, pleasingly plump gatorfolk stands on the very tip of the boat, a PA mic to his dark-scaled snout. He wears warm colors, all reds, oranges and purples, and in many soft, cozy layers. A feathered tricorne cap sits atop his head with a bullet hole in the middle.
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT OBJECTIONS. YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU MAY LEAVE IT, BUT YOU MAY NOT STOP ME! THIS IS MY GOOD DEED FOR THE MONTH, AND I DON'T WANT IT WASTED!"
*Nice intro, unfortunately I have a little over 30 minutes left. Who do you want?*
"IN LIGHT OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU ALL GIFTS."
A booming voice echoes from a large merchant ship, designed with beauty in mind but poorly maintained over the years.
"THE HOMELESS, THE ILLEGAL, THE VILE. HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TASTED... CHOCOLATE? FRESH MEDITERRANEAN FRUITS? PEPPERS FROM SOUTH AMERICA? BEER FROM NORTH? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE FELT THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S QUILT? COME AND TAKE MY OFFERINGS."
A stocky, pleasingly plump gatorfolk stands on the very tip of the boat, a PA mic to his dark-scaled snout. He wears warm colors, all reds, oranges and purples, and in many soft, cozy layers. A feathered tricorne cap sits atop his head with a bullet hole in the middle.
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT OBJECTIONS. YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU MAY LEAVE IT, BUT YOU MAY NOT STOP ME! THIS IS MY GOOD DEED FOR THE MONTH, AND I DON'T WANT IT WASTED!"
*Nice intro, unfortunately I have a little over 30 minutes left. Who do you want?*
"IN LIGHT OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU ALL GIFTS."
A booming voice echoes from a large merchant ship, designed with beauty in mind but poorly maintained over the years.
"THE HOMELESS, THE ILLEGAL, THE VILE. HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TASTED... CHOCOLATE? FRESH MEDITERRANEAN FRUITS? PEPPERS FROM SOUTH AMERICA? BEER FROM NORTH? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE FELT THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S QUILT? COME AND TAKE MY OFFERINGS."
A stocky, pleasingly plump gatorfolk stands on the very tip of the boat, a PA mic to his dark-scaled snout. He wears warm colors, all reds, oranges and purples, and in many soft, cozy layers. A feathered tricorne cap sits atop his head with a bullet hole in the middle.
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT OBJECTIONS. YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU MAY LEAVE IT, BUT YOU MAY NOT STOP ME! THIS IS MY GOOD DEED FOR THE MONTH, AND I DON'T WANT IT WASTED!"
*Nice intro, unfortunately I have a little over 30 minutes left. Who do you want?*
*Give me someone with evil vibes.*
*Here comes the undead Dragonborn.*
Thane was sitting nearby when they began to make their speech, sharpening his axe, the sound of stone against sharp metal, the runes on his skin faded, his oily arm flowing.
*Imagine if one day Batman just… missed… while doing parkour and grappling around and he fell and broke his neck and [gp]ing died with no fanfare. That’d be the best comic of all time*
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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.
Marie has a bounty on her head, and as a result, while busy grave robbing, was attacked by the infamous man known only as the bounty hunter, and is currently fighting them to what will likely be the death. At this rate, Marie isn’t going to beat them on her own, though there are several poison darts and knives in them. She is bleeding from deep cuts in her mid section and shoulder.
Jax, who's never far from her, steps in, standing between her and them. "Rough night?" he jests, running two frosty fingers over each wound, sealing them temporarily.
She holds her pickaxe in one hand, another knife in the other, seemingly infinite numbers within her grasp. She chuckles at Jax’s jest, but the bounty hunter silently points at them. Jax feels he’s been marked.
He growls, dashing back away from it, pulling out a sword with a maroon hilt, and a black, curved, and cursed blade. "Who the hell is this guy?"
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
"You're a criminal? You're ruining my good name, you know." he huffs, running a finger over the edge of his blade, drawing blood and imbuing the blade with it, adding 2d8 ice damage for 4 turns.
“Oh come on Jax, don’t pretend you didn’t know. Oh, and you know you couldn’t live without me.” She takes the time to boop him on the nose, before throwing two more knives into the bounty hunter’s chest. To hit:1510 Damage:78
"I'm a bad liar, I know." he says, rushing forward with a flurry of slashes aimed at the man's chest.
Attack: 33 Damage: 26 + 6 Ice Damage
Attack: 29 Damage: 18 + 7 Ice Damage
Attack: 32 Damage: 18 + 4 Ice Damage
He raises two arms to block, but the cut cleave run through his armor, into his arms, though he doesn’t even grunt at the pain. He does collapse to the ground, his arms cut half way open.
"This guy's pissing me off..." he growls, making a swift thust into their face. Attack: 23 Damage: 9 + 8 Ice damage
"I'll enjoy burning his body in the fire in the cafe..."
They cut through the armor on their face, cutting into them. Marie stumbles over to them as the adrenaline runs out “I think I’m going to fall unconscious, I lost a bit of blood, and might have some new scars.”
He hesitantly pulls away for a moment, pointing at an alley about a rooftop away
Scott nods and stands up "I'll go check it out okay?"
Tycho holds onto him, "I- I c-can come. I don't... i don't want to be alone"
"That's okay. I just don't want you getting upset anymore okay?" He hugs him again.
He nods softly, getting up with him, still clinging to his arm
Scott goes to the spot he marked out and explore the area around.
The alleyway is coated in dried blood, almost like thick paint
He grimaces, trying to stay brave. He pulls out his book and his pen, writing something down. In an instant, the world seems to blur as the blood suddenly disappears.
"T-That...?" Tycho tilts his head,
"That was the books power. I found that once a month I can write something into existence or out of it." He explains "I just used my once a month today to get rid of the blood and the person's existence entirely so they can't be tracked back to you.'
"W-why would you..." he looks down, holding onto scott a bitt tighter
*Imagine if one day Batman just… missed… while doing parkour and grappling around and he fell and broke his neck and [gp]ing died with no fanfare. That’d be the best comic of all time*
"That was the books power. I found that once a month I can write something into existence or out of it." He explains "I just used my once a month today to get rid of the blood and the person's existence entirely so they can't be tracked back to 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
"W-why would you..." he looks down, holding onto scott a bitt tighter
She keeps her blade up “I don’t know, he just started attacking me.” The man points to a nametag on his black clothes shirt, his armor underneath. The nametag says, ‘The bounty hunter’
*my name is jobah and i am a being of deep significance. i have made many mistakes and have many debts. i am the first inductee to your lovely system. my purpose is ambiguous and my means of action are dubious.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh come on Jax, don’t pretend you didn’t know. Oh, and you know you couldn’t live without me.” She takes the time to boop him on the nose, before throwing two more knives into the bounty hunter’s chest. To hit:14 10 Damage:7 8
"IN LIGHT OF THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU ALL GIFTS."
A booming voice echoes from a large merchant ship, designed with beauty in mind but poorly maintained over the years.
"THE HOMELESS, THE ILLEGAL, THE VILE. HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TASTED... CHOCOLATE? FRESH MEDITERRANEAN FRUITS? PEPPERS FROM SOUTH AMERICA? BEER FROM NORTH? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE FELT THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S QUILT? COME AND TAKE MY OFFERINGS."
A stocky, pleasingly plump gatorfolk stands on the very tip of the boat, a PA mic to his dark-scaled snout. He wears warm colors, all reds, oranges and purples, and in many soft, cozy layers. A feathered tricorne cap sits atop his head with a bullet hole in the middle.
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT OBJECTIONS. YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU MAY LEAVE IT, BUT YOU MAY NOT STOP ME! THIS IS MY GOOD DEED FOR THE MONTH, AND I DON'T WANT IT WASTED!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He raises two arms to block, but the cut cleave run through his armor, into his arms, though he doesn’t even grunt at the pain. He does collapse to the ground, his arms cut half way open.
*Nice intro, unfortunately I have a little over 30 minutes left. Who do you want?*
*Give me someone with evil vibes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Here comes the undead Dragonborn.*
Thane was sitting nearby when they began to make their speech, sharpening his axe, the sound of stone against sharp metal, the runes on his skin faded, his oily arm flowing.
*Imagine if one day Batman just… missed… while doing parkour and grappling around and he fell and broke his neck and [gp]ing died with no fanfare. That’d be the best comic of all time*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They cut through the armor on their face, cutting into them. Marie stumbles over to them as the adrenaline runs out “I think I’m going to fall unconscious, I lost a bit of blood, and might have some new scars.”
"Because I wanted to.."
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
*You concern me.z
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
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