She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
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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 smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
He snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
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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.
He sees her working as she turns around to face him "Oh.. hey."
"I am Sable Marrow... Nice to meet you as well." He said "What do you want?"
He looks to her, smiling just a bit with his tired eyes, the letter falling out of his hands "Hey... honey."
"I don't want anything, I'm just here with a gift." She says calmly, "If that is okay with you."
"Don't lose that." She points to the letter "Could fall into the wrong hands and I don't want that." she shrugs and walks over to the body in the tank.
He sighs and opens the door slightly, a single eye peering out.
She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
He snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
*Con? Really? That's interesting.* Con save:23
He looks at the gun with a little bit of fear, "I already said sorry, mate, there isn't much more I can say, but n-no."
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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.'
"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 24
"Hunger too great..."
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
He snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
*Con? Really? That's interesting.* Con save:23
He looks at the gun with a little bit of fear, "I already said sorry, mate, there isn't much more I can say, but n-no."
*Welp, no frightened condition or mental damage*
The creature looks afraid now, backing up.
He presses it to their skull. "I aint askin no more choom."
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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.
He sees her working as she turns around to face him "Oh.. hey."
"I am Sable Marrow... Nice to meet you as well." He said "What do you want?"
He looks to her, smiling just a bit with his tired eyes, the letter falling out of his hands "Hey... honey."
"I don't want anything, I'm just here with a gift." She says calmly, "If that is okay with you."
"Don't lose that." She points to the letter "Could fall into the wrong hands and I don't want that." she shrugs and walks over to the body in the tank.
He sighs and opens the door slightly, a single eye peering out.
He scrambles to pick the letter back up, rubbing his eyes before following her "What wrong hands are there in here?" He asks, before looking at the body.
She holds up the girt basket to the opening. It is a glass of wine, some cups, and a book.
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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.'
"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 24
"Hunger too great..."
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
He goes quiet, sitting down on the ground. "I know...i just don't feel like I'm doing enough..."
*gonna be with advantage due to his cyberware legs* STR: 26
It roars and attacks twice more. Attack: 23 Damage: 44 Attack: 18 Damage: 47
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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.
She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
He snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
*Con? Really? That's interesting.* Con save:23
He looks at the gun with a little bit of fear, "I already said sorry, mate, there isn't much more I can say, but n-no."
*Welp, no frightened condition or mental damage*
The creature looks afraid now, backing up.
He presses it to their skull. "I aint askin no more choom."
*That wasn't a nat20 before, but whatever.*
She sighs, getting out of her more bestial form to look at them with more kind eyes "How 'bout we try this again?" She holds out a hand to them.
"Sorry." He throws an uppercut to hit them in the jaw and knock them back. (Reckless Attack) To hit:14 Damage:4
He sees her working as she turns around to face him "Oh.. hey."
"I am Sable Marrow... Nice to meet you as well." He said "What do you want?"
He looks to her, smiling just a bit with his tired eyes, the letter falling out of his hands "Hey... honey."
"I don't want anything, I'm just here with a gift." She says calmly, "If that is okay with you."
"Don't lose that." She points to the letter "Could fall into the wrong hands and I don't want that." she shrugs and walks over to the body in the tank.
He sighs and opens the door slightly, a single eye peering out.
He scrambles to pick the letter back up, rubbing his eyes before following her "What wrong hands are there in here?" He asks, before looking at the body.
She holds up the girt basket to the opening. It is a glass of wine, some cups, and a book.
She follows his eyes and nods "New body I'm making.. ten times more powerful than I am right now. Specifically, I found a way to blend my blight flower control and humanity together."
She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
He snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
*Con? Really? That's interesting.* Con save:23
He looks at the gun with a little bit of fear, "I already said sorry, mate, there isn't much more I can say, but n-no."
*Welp, no frightened condition or mental damage*
The creature looks afraid now, backing up.
He presses it to their skull. "I aint askin no more choom."
*That wasn't a nat20 before, but whatever.*
She sighs, getting out of her more bestial form to look at them with more kind eyes "How 'bout we try this again?" She holds out a hand to them.
"Sorry." He throws an uppercut to hit them in the jaw and knock them back. (Reckless Attack) To hit:23 Damage:4
It cowers against a tree.
There is a sickening crack as he goes flying. His legs start to glow as he moves in a blink of an eye, his metal hand swinging hard on the back of their head.
Attack: 25 Damage: 14
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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.
"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 24
"Hunger too great..."
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
He goes quiet, sitting down on the ground. "I know...i just don't feel like I'm doing enough..."
*gonna be with advantage due to his cyberware legs* STR: 26
It roars and attacks twice more. Attack: 23 Damage: 44 Attack: 18 Damage: 47
"You are. I've seen your work Theren, you do so much in the grand scheme of the universe."
(Roll again for Advantage)
Both they are able to either dodge or use their shield to defend themselves from it.
"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 24
"Hunger too great..."
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
He goes quiet, sitting down on the ground. "I know...i just don't feel like I'm doing enough..."
*gonna be with advantage due to his cyberware legs* STR: 26
It roars and attacks twice more. Attack: 23 Damage: 44 Attack: 18 Damage: 47
"You are. I've seen your work Theren, you do so much in the grand scheme of the universe."
(Roll again for Advantage)
Both they are able to either dodge or use their shield to defend themselves from it.
"Like what? What have i done?"
*Already did. Rolled with advantage on that roll :) *
It roars unhappily, and keeps swinging. Attack: 13 Damage: 34
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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.
There is a sickening crack as he goes flying. His legs start to glow as he moves in a blink of an eye, his metal hand swinging hard on the back of their head.
Attack: 24 Damage: 20
She walks closer to them, smiling softly "I won't hurt ya if ya don't hurt my family no more. Promise."
The metal hand cracks him hard, and he begins to bleed from the back of their head. Unfortunately for them, the moment they got close, they felt a little, static, and then a boom when they hit. They take 5 thunder damage. He then swings his greataxe down at them. (Reckless attack again.) To hit:21 Damage:12
"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 24
"Hunger too great..."
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
He goes quiet, sitting down on the ground. "I know...i just don't feel like I'm doing enough..."
*gonna be with advantage due to his cyberware legs* STR: 26
It roars and attacks twice more. Attack: 23 Damage: 44 Attack: 18 Damage: 47
"You are. I've seen your work Theren, you do so much in the grand scheme of the universe."
(Roll again for Advantage)
Both they are able to either dodge or use their shield to defend themselves from it.
"Like what? What have i done?"
*Already did. Rolled with advantage on that roll :) *
It roars unhappily, and keeps swinging. Attack: 13 Damage: 34
"Defeated the thing hurting you, that shadowy thing. Stopped a mind-tricker from infesting you. Stuff of the like."
He is sent backward by a powerful force. Sable stands above him, eyes glowing.
There is a sickening crack as he goes flying. His legs start to glow as he moves in a blink of an eye, his metal hand swinging hard on the back of their head.
Attack: 24 Damage: 20
She walks closer to them, smiling softly "I won't hurt ya if ya don't hurt my family no more. Promise."
The metal hand cracks him hard, and he begins to bleed from the back of their head. Unfortunately for them, the moment they got close, they felt a little, static, and then a boom when they hit. They take 6. He then swings his greataxe down at them. (Reckless attack again.) To hit:25 Damage:13
It hisses and snaps at her.
*Gonna use a dodge as a reaction if that's ok?*
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"Very...Lore...Lore hasnt been in contact with me for a while...I'm afraid I messed up.."
He tries again. STR: 15
"Hunger too great..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles at them "Witch? Compliments ain't gonna get ya anywhere." She cackles "I ain't tryin' ta tame ya, but I'll keep fightin' ya until yer my friend."
He takes his money back, constantly apologizing before putting them down.
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.)
"Lore? Oh right, the god-eating wife of yours." She said and nodded "Don't you disappear as well sometimes?"
That one breaks the glass, the pane turning to shards on the ground. He can see a pair of crimson eyes watching from from the darkness.
"I don't care. Please leave."
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 snarls, standing back up. He roars loudly, a terrifying sound. *Make a Con save or be frightened. DC:19*
He pulls out his pistol, aiming it at him. "Dont touch me and hand over your coin."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks to her, smiling just a bit with his tired eyes, the letter falling out of his hands "Hey... honey."
"I don't want anything, I'm just here with a gift." She says calmly, "If that is okay with 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.)
He picks at his arm. "Yeah, but I stay in contact...she...she hasnt had any form of contact with me for months.."
He smiles, hopping through. "Alright. Lets do this." he mutters, his metallic legs glowing a bit.
"no." he then lunges at them. Attack: 21 Damage: 38
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't lose that." She points to the letter "Could fall into the wrong hands and I don't want that." she shrugs and walks over to the body in the tank.
He sighs and opens the door slightly, a single eye peering out.
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
*Con? Really? That's interesting.* Con save:23
He looks at the gun with a little bit of fear, "I already said sorry, mate, there isn't much more I can say, but n-no."
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 sighs, rubbing her eyes "Theren, I have seen your damn romance since day one, that woman doesn't want anyone else. And if she was dead, I would know."
(STR save)
La'Thay seems to dodge, turning to ash and then quickly back.
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
*Welp, no frightened condition or mental damage*
The creature looks afraid now, backing up.
He presses it to their skull. "I aint askin no more choom."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He scrambles to pick the letter back up, rubbing his eyes before following her "What wrong hands are there in here?" He asks, before looking at the body.
She holds up the girt basket to the opening. It is a glass of wine, some cups, and a book.
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 goes quiet, sitting down on the ground. "I know...i just don't feel like I'm doing enough..."
*gonna be with advantage due to his cyberware legs* STR: 26
It roars and attacks twice more. Attack: 23 Damage: 44 Attack: 18 Damage: 47
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That wasn't a nat20 before, but whatever.*
She sighs, getting out of her more bestial form to look at them with more kind eyes "How 'bout we try this again?" She holds out a hand to them.
"Sorry." He throws an uppercut to hit them in the jaw and knock them back. (Reckless Attack) To hit:14 Damage:4
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 follows his eyes and nods "New body I'm making.. ten times more powerful than I am right now. Specifically, I found a way to blend my blight flower control and humanity together."
He sighs and opens the door more "You sure?.."
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
It cowers against a tree.
There is a sickening crack as he goes flying. His legs start to glow as he moves in a blink of an eye, his metal hand swinging hard on the back of their head.
Attack: 25 Damage: 14
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are. I've seen your work Theren, you do so much in the grand scheme of the universe."
(Roll again for Advantage)
Both they are able to either dodge or use their shield to defend themselves from it.
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
"Like what? What have i done?"
*Already did. Rolled with advantage on that roll :) *
It roars unhappily, and keeps swinging. Attack: 13 Damage: 34
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She walks closer to them, smiling softly "I won't hurt ya if ya don't hurt my family no more. Promise."
The metal hand cracks him hard, and he begins to bleed from the back of their head. Unfortunately for them, the moment they got close, they felt a little, static, and then a boom when they hit. They take 5 thunder damage. He then swings his greataxe down at them. (Reckless attack again.) To hit:21 Damage:12
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.)
"Defeated the thing hurting you, that shadowy thing. Stopped a mind-tricker from infesting you. Stuff of the like."
He is sent backward by a powerful force. Sable stands above him, eyes glowing.
They dodge again, carefully watching them.
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
It hisses and snaps at her.
*Gonna use a dodge as a reaction if that's ok?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.