He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
He shakes his head, frowning. "No, I don't think I will. It may have been, what, a week for you? Two weeks? For me, it's been hundreds of years. Hundreds of years, mom. Not a word from you. Not from my father. Not even from the one that killed me. Of course..." The corpse is dragged down by a hand. The Brand's. "That may be because you got to him first."
He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
He shakes his head, frowning. "No, I don't think I will. It may have been, what, a week for you? Two weeks? For me, it's been hundreds of years. Hundreds of years, mom. Not a word from you. Not from my father. Not even from the one that killed me. Of course..." The corpse is dragged down by a hand. The Brand's. "That may be because you got to him first."
*~ Grandma got run over by a reindeer walking home from our house Christmas Eve you can say there is no such thing as Santa as for me and grandpa we believe~*
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
*pirat time* Mkinley is out standing on a hill dramatically
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
He shakes his head, frowning. "No, I don't think I will. It may have been, what, a week for you? Two weeks? For me, it's been hundreds of years. Hundreds of years, mom. Not a word from you. Not from my father. Not even from the one that killed me. Of course..." The corpse is dragged down by a hand. The Brand's. "That may be because you got to him first."
[Make a STR and then a INT save]
*Condition Immunities: blinded, charmed, deafened, exhaustion, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned, prone, restrained, stunned.* *Also, magic resistance and all attacks against this thing have disadvantage.*
He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
He shakes his head, frowning. "No, I don't think I will. It may have been, what, a week for you? Two weeks? For me, it's been hundreds of years. Hundreds of years, mom. Not a word from you. Not from my father. Not even from the one that killed me. Of course..." The corpse is dragged down by a hand. The Brand's. "That may be because you got to him first."
[Make a STR and then a INT save]
*Condition Immunities: blinded, charmed, deafened, exhaustion, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned, prone, restrained, stunned.* *Also, magic resistance and all attacks against this thing have disadvantage.*
STR: 12 INT: 38
*STR save fails.*
Sharp teeth like razors suddenly pierce into the arm of whatever this is and throw him to the side, hitting multiple trees on the way. The teeth don't let go either, sinking deeper like a lock on his arm. Stroth snarls madly, her eyes becoming wild with anger and hate.
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
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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 Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
something thumps against the glass window
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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
Mauric walks up beside him and rolls him over. “I thought this was supposed to stop happening?”
She can most likely feel that the winds are greatly amiss and being externally altered.
*Don't be. I'm temped to just kill Damian, and when everyone expects him to wake up, he doesn't. He's just dead.*
After a minute his eyes open, his chest heating back up "Huh? Did you say something? Did something happen? Am I drunk?"
She stands up, taking the time to go check out the source of what is causing this.
*:(*
“You were dead, but now you’re all good.”
Malafasa is slumbering in a tree, the winds around her like a constant microburst.
*Do you not want that to happen?*
"Ah okay." He pushes himself to his feet "Oh, and hey Mauric. I've got to get moving, all of this stuff needs to go to my house. I'm a home owner now!"
Merabelle walks over to the tree, and punches it as hard as she can, shaking it hard.
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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 Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
something thumps against the glass window
Leo peeks out the grimy window
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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.
*Condition Immunities: blinded, charmed, deafened, exhaustion, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned, prone, restrained, stunned.* *Also, magic resistance and all attacks against this thing have disadvantage.*
STR: 12 INT: 38
*STR save fails.*
Sharp teeth like razors suddenly pierce into the arm of whatever this is and throw him to the side, hitting multiple trees on the way. The teeth don't let go either, sinking deeper like a lock on his arm. Stroth snarls madly, her eyes becoming wild with anger and hate.
It passes through the trees as if they were nothing. It sighs and runs its hand through her hair. "I thought you were different."
WIS save, taking 76 psychic and becoming Stunned for one minute on each fail , and taking half damage on a success. Do that five times.
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
something thumps against the glass window
Leo peeks out the grimy window
Isaac's bird appears to have flown into the window by mistake and is now hopping around
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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
It doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, then lowers its newspaper. "How are you?"
It glides over to it across the roof with a similar disregard for gravity, its inky face splitting open into a wide grin. "Like a whisper passing through dust in an empty, lightless room. Which is to say... eh, could be better. You?"
"Not great. My mother isn't interested in talking to me anymore, so I think I'll have to kill her husband." The monster picks up a croissant layered with tender, thinly sliced flesh and fat instead of butter.
"I see. Good luck with your hunt." The shadow replies, sitting down in midair. "I'm dealing with some family matters myself. My creation is refusing to come home, and their 'mother' is fighting me about it."
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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)
They nod to him and smiles "Hello there."
He doesn't question it and does so.
Standing before her stands a man who is well-dressed in a fully black suit "I couldn't help but notice you are happy with your life!"
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 shakes his head, frowning. "No, I don't think I will. It may have been, what, a week for you? Two weeks? For me, it's been hundreds of years. Hundreds of years, mom. Not a word from you. Not from my father. Not even from the one that killed me. Of course..." The corpse is dragged down by a hand. The Brand's. "That may be because you got to him first."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
[Make a STR and then a INT save]
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
*~ Grandma got run over by a reindeer walking home from our house Christmas Eve you can say there is no such thing as Santa as for me and grandpa we believe~*
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"That's pretty normal. This staff is from some guy I killed down in the Abyss, if that's what's bothering you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(did you respond wendo?)
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
*pirat time*
Mkinley is out standing on a hill dramatically
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anybody else want to rp while I've still got the time to? If not, I'll just be here, chillin.*
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.)
*Condition Immunities: blinded, charmed, deafened, exhaustion, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned, prone, restrained, stunned.*
*Also, magic resistance and all attacks against this thing have disadvantage.*
STR: 11
INT: 27
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*STR save fails.*
Sharp teeth like razors suddenly pierce into the arm of whatever this is and throw him to the side, hitting multiple trees on the way. The teeth don't let go either, sinking deeper like a lock on his arm. Stroth snarls madly, her eyes becoming wild with anger and hate.
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 were dead, but now you’re all good.”
Malafasa is slumbering in a tree, the winds around her like a constant microburst.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Characters if this doesnt get buried*
Theren is making sweaters for his family.
Phoenix is setting up a picnic date.
Leo and Festus are napping in his workshop.
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
something thumps against the glass window
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
*Do you not want that to happen?*
"Ah okay." He pushes himself to his feet "Oh, and hey Mauric. I've got to get moving, all of this stuff needs to go to my house. I'm a home owner now!"
Merabelle walks over to the tree, and punches it as hard as she can, shaking it hard.
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.)
Leo peeks out the grimy window
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It passes through the trees as if they were nothing. It sighs and runs its hand through her hair. "I thought you were different."
WIS save, taking 76 psychic and becoming Stunned for one minute on each fail , and taking half damage on a success. Do that five times.
In addition,
Attack: 33 Damage: 27
Attack: 27 Damage: 32
Attack: 34 Damage: 27
Attack: 35 Damage: 29
Attack: 27 Damage: 33
Attack: 36 Damage: 31
Attack: 26 Damage: 25
Attack: 23 Damage: 34
Attack: 20 Damage: 25
Attack: 31 Damage: 29
Attack: 35 Damage: 27
All damage is Force, and for the first two that hit, make more WIS saves, reducing her CHA by 3 for each fail.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze? Theren?*
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.)
Isaac's bird appears to have flown into the window by mistake and is now hopping around
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
"I see. Good luck with your hunt." The shadow replies, sitting down in midair. "I'm dealing with some family matters myself. My creation is refusing to come home, and their 'mother' is fighting me about it."
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)
*Characters above*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.