Helianth follows, its other flower heads absorbing the sun's rays as it does. Omori is sound asleep in her especially dark corner of the cave, blending into the shadows with virtually no indication that she's there at all. Helianth certainly doesn't notice her.
KK's Con save: 24. The four mannequins move into melee range and continue to try to crush him into paste, each making two attacks. (Mannequin 1: 24 to hit, 13 damage and 21 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 2: 8 to hit, 14 damage and 22 to hit, 17 damage. Mannequin 3: 17 to hit, 15 damage and 17 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 4: 19 to hit, 10 damage and 23 to hit, 10 damage.)
Merabelle walks over, used to this and knowing where they usually sleep. She whispers to Helianth "Do you mind apologizin' ta my daughter Omori? Just so she ain't as scared anymore?" She asks them, preparing to paint them while she waits for an answer.
She is able to resist the effect of the smoke bomb and the mannequins are able to beat him into unconsciousness, though even then the hits he was able to endure were pretty impressive. After he goes down he drops his axe, and the other thing in his hand, his bones broken in places.
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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.'
Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
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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.
Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
"Theren. Theren Dotsk. Nice to meet you." he says with a smile.
The kid stumbles back a bit, startled at first. He then looks at him curiously while nodding.
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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.
Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
"Theren. Theren Dotsk. Nice to meet you." he says with a smile.
The kid stumbles back a bit, startled at first. He then looks at him curiously while nodding.
“Hm. I’ve heard of you somewhere, haven’t I?”
Eito offers their arm for support. “Where is your goal?”
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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.
*I am sorry I havent been on a lot today everyone. I have been working on stuff for my work and my mental health as I feel burnt out at the moment and don't feel much for roleplaying at the moment.*
Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
"Theren. Theren Dotsk. Nice to meet you." he says with a smile.
The kid stumbles back a bit, startled at first. He then looks at him curiously while nodding.
“Hm. I’ve heard of you somewhere, haven’t I?”
Eito offers their arm for support. “Where is your goal?”
"Probably. Myths, legends, ghost stories, etc."
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
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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.
*I am sorry I havent been on a lot today everyone. I have been working on stuff for my work and my mental health as I feel burnt out at the moment and don't feel much for roleplaying at the moment.*
*It's all fine, I wish I could help or talk more, but I don't have much time before I have to go for like an hour or two. Please take care of yourself Wendi.*
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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.'
*I am sorry I havent been on a lot today everyone. I have been working on stuff for my work and my mental health as I feel burnt out at the moment and don't feel much for roleplaying at the moment.*
*It's okay buddy, take all the time you need. Also please reach out to me if you need help.*
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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.
*I am sorry I havent been on a lot today everyone. I have been working on stuff for my work and my mental health as I feel burnt out at the moment and don't feel much for roleplaying at the moment.*
*It’s all good. Take all the time you need to take care of yourself.*
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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.
Merabelle walks over, used to this and knowing where they usually sleep. She whispers to Helianth "Do you mind apologizin' ta my daughter Omori? Just so she ain't as scared anymore?" She asks them, preparing to paint them while she waits for an answer.
She is able to resist the effect of the smoke bomb and the mannequins are able to beat him into unconsciousness, though even then the hits he was able to endure were pretty impressive. After he goes down he drops his axe, and the other thing in his hand, his bones broken in places.
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 sighs "Cool, I was sure you weren't, but just in case I didn't want to fight anyone." He continues to drink his coffee "I'm Alphonse. Who are 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.)
*I guess this is just directed at Jobah because I'm rping with everyone else on rn.*
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.)
"Theren. Nice to meet you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Theren. Theren Dotsk. Nice to meet you." he says with a smile.
The kid stumbles back a bit, startled at first. He then looks at him curiously while nodding.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nice to meet you too. I'll only be in town for a while, but is it okay if I ask about you? Just curious to know about the people I meet."
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 closes his journal. "Sure, hit me with them questions."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Do you use magic? How old are you? Do you have any friends in town?"
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.)
"Yes. I'm currently 46. And yes."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"46? You definitely don't look it. Do you know anyone who could repair this automail?"
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.)
“Hm. I’ve heard of you somewhere, haven’t I?”
Eito offers their arm for support. “Where is your goal?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am sorry I havent been on a lot today everyone. I have been working on stuff for my work and my mental health as I feel burnt out at the moment and don't feel much for roleplaying at the moment.*
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
"Yeah, I know. And no I don't, sorry."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Probably. Myths, legends, ghost stories, etc."
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's all fine, I wish I could help or talk more, but I don't have much time before I have to go for like an hour or two. Please take care of yourself 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.)
*It's okay buddy, take all the time you need. Also please reach out to me if you need help.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It’s all good. Take all the time you need to take care of yourself.*
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 shakes his head "Don't be, most places don't."
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.)
*And with that, I need to leave, love y'all, bye for now.*
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.)