*Resistance to all damage so half for all the attacks and immune to psychic due to Mind Blank spell. Attacks 2, 3, 6, 7, 10, and 11 don't hit.*
* WIS Save: 9*
She laughs madly as her hand suddenly glows. A powerful bolt of radiant light forms from it. (Attack: 27 Damage: 14. Take this amount of damage each time until Remove Curse is casted.)
At her own will, she is going to cast investiture of flame (Take 7 fire damage each turn he is within five feet of her)
*She is now immune to fire damage and resistant to cold damage*
*I'm gonna say he's not fighting at full capacity so Stroth wins. He has basically one move and it requires a lot of dice rolling and I don't actually feel like combat right now.*
He sighs and looks at the hole in his chest. "You really are my mother, aren't you? Not what I hoped for, but about what I expected. I spent so long looking for you. Oh well. Brand, kill her."
The Brand, now reanimated, rises from the pool, along with a continuously growing horde of sorrowsworn.
*I'm not having fun with my new character, but I'm guessing that's because I haven't played with them enough yet.*
The entity that arrived a while ago is sitting in a rocking chair in front of Sparrow's house, petting a cat.
*It's a matter of time, we will have to see if you like the character after play it enough.*
Sparrow walks inside, putting his belt on the coat rack along with his duster before seeing the entity, and stopping, quickdrawing Rosemary "An' who're ya?"
"Your son. Stroth's son." He sighs. "Did you even name me, Sparrow?"
"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."
"Mm. Love is something most beings crave desperately. I would suggest offering that instead of offering suffering, as most beings do everything in their power to avoid that. You've got the carrot and the stick concept backwards." It lifts its newspaper again. "At least, according to what the shadows tell me. Nasty things, work for anyone they like without conditions or qualms."
"I'm not offering suffering, I'm threatening suffering if they don't comply. Entirely different things, I assure you." It responds. "I just don't understand why they value this 'love' so much."
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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)
"Mm. Love is something most beings crave desperately. I would suggest offering that instead of offering suffering, as most beings do everything in their power to avoid that. You've got the carrot and the stick concept backwards." It lifts its newspaper again. "At least, according to what the shadows tell me. Nasty things, work for anyone they like without conditions or qualms."
"I'm not offering suffering, I'm threatening suffering if they don't comply. Entirely different things, I assure you." It responds. "I just don't understand why they value this 'love' so much."
"It doesn't matter. They want it, so offer it to them. It's that simple. Leverage weakness."
*I'm not having fun with my new character, but I'm guessing that's because I haven't played with them enough yet.*
The entity that arrived a while ago is sitting in a rocking chair in front of Sparrow's house, petting a cat.
*It's a matter of time, we will have to see if you like the character after play it enough.*
Sparrow walks inside, putting his belt on the coat rack along with his duster before seeing the entity, and stopping, quickdrawing Rosemary "An' who're ya?"
"Your son. Stroth's son." He sighs. "Did you even name me, Sparrow?"
He tilts his head, keeping the gun in his hand but walking closer "My son died befer I even got the chance ta meet 'em. If yer them... if yer them... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough ta save ya." He sits down next to them, genuinely meaning it.
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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.'
"Your son. Stroth's son." He sighs. "Did you even name me, Sparrow?"
He tilts his head, keeping the gun in his hand but walking closer "My son died befer I even got the chance ta meet 'em. If yer them... if yer them... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough ta save ya." He sits down next to them, genuinely meaning it.
He doesn't look up from the soft feline. "I've been in Hell for hundreds of years. I checked the news, and evidently it's only been a couple weeks or maybe even days since I died up here." He listens to the cat purring, silent for a bit. "I met my mom a bit earlier. She didn't like me. I even brought her the corpse of her last boyfriend. I thought she hated that guy, but it only made her attack me."
“I take it you found this disturbance as well?”
Once they reach camp, she starts frantically setting up all her traps.
“No I’m not. Who told you that? I hate absolutely everyone and I’ve never been content with anything I’ve ever had.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'm gonna say he's not fighting at full capacity so Stroth wins. He has basically one move and it requires a lot of dice rolling and I don't actually feel like combat right now.*
He sighs and looks at the hole in his chest. "You really are my mother, aren't you? Not what I hoped for, but about what I expected. I spent so long looking for you. Oh well. Brand, kill her."
The Brand, now reanimated, rises from the pool, along with a continuously growing horde of sorrowsworn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*''>*
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It snaps weakly at her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Your son. Stroth's son." He sighs. "Did you even name me, Sparrow?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*tis but a scratch*
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"I'm not offering suffering, I'm threatening suffering if they don't comply. Entirely different things, I assure you." It responds. "I just don't understand why they value this 'love' so much."
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)
"It doesn't matter. They want it, so offer it to them. It's that simple. Leverage weakness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Got to go yall, I am tired. Ill try and be on later.*
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 tilts his head, keeping the gun in his hand but walking closer "My son died befer I even got the chance ta meet 'em. If yer them... if yer them... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough ta save ya." He sits down next to them, genuinely meaning 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.)
*Bye, hon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*bye wendigo*
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She smiles at that, before bopping them on the nose "No, bad."
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.)
*See you around Wendi, love you deeply, take care.*
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.)
*in a Fight between Naruto and Ichigo who would win?*
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It weakly hisses, head now on the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ichigo has universe erasure... he destroys.*
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.)
She sits down next to them, hugging them tightly. (Merabelle has a pet 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.)
He doesn't look up from the soft feline. "I've been in Hell for hundreds of years. I checked the news, and evidently it's only been a couple weeks or maybe even days since I died up here." He listens to the cat purring, silent for a bit. "I met my mom a bit earlier. She didn't like me. I even brought her the corpse of her last boyfriend. I thought she hated that guy, but it only made her attack me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am bored <3*
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