(Okay, cool. Here's the rerolled attack rolls, still using the damage numbers from above: 181314179)
*I was planning for KK to propose first at some point, and when I saw Henry propose, I thought it'd be cute for them to sync up lol*
KK holds him and remains kissing him for just as long, seemingly either not needing to breathe or just not caring to. When they do eventually part, she does take a second to catch her breath again, still with the biggest smile on her face. "It's... well, it's perfect. I wouldn't change a single thing."
Only the first attack hits her, as she dodges all of the others. She charges back into the fray, having lost the Sunbeam, she enters a rage to boost her damage just a little bit more, clawing at them with heavy smites on top. To hit:301419 (Reckless Attacks for each) Damage:1098 Smite damage:222316
He catches his own breaths, wiping away her and his own tears with a smile just as wide on his face. If he could be grinning from ear to ear, he would be, his eyes shining with that bright moonlit silver. "Neither would I... we should find a way to celebrate somehow, do you have anything you've wanted to do?" He says, his mind racing with the strongest drug of all, Love.
The first and third attacks land, cutting through the Seer's shadowy body like a scalding hot knife through eldritch butter, more pained shrieking from the abomination following soon after. It wildly flails its tendrils around, directing another three strikes in Merabelle's general direction (142112 to hit, 352820 necrotic damage)- and the other two towards Omori. The little druid-in-training gets picked up again, but in a small burst of radiance from her Starry Form, the tendril is horribly burned and drops her again. Omori runs over to her mother, casting another Cure Wounds (14 HP restored).
She produces a cloth from a coat pocket, and also wipes away some tears, grinning ear to ear in a more literal sense. "We should... though, I can't think of anything that we haven't already done... Oh, maybe we could go find a place to travel to- a little vacation of sorts." She muses, looking up at the night sky.
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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)
The first and third attacks land, cutting through the Seer's shadowy body like a scalding hot knife through eldritch butter, more pained shrieking from the abomination following soon after. It wildly flails its tendrils around, directing another three strikes in Merabelle's general direction (211023 to hit, 232331 necrotic damage)- and the other two towards Omori. The little druid-in-training gets picked up again, but in a small burst of radiance from her Starry Form, the tendril is horribly burned and drops her again. Omori runs over to her mother, casting another Cure Wounds (12 HP restored).
She produces a cloth from a coat pocket, and also wipes away some tears, grinning ear to ear in a more literal sense. "We should... though, I can't think of anything that we haven't already done... Oh, maybe we could go find a place to travel to- a little vacation of sorts." She muses, looking up at the night sky.
She seems heavily hurt, especially after the two attacks that do hit her, though she does dodge the middle one with ease. She turns to Omori with concern before seeing that the arms can barely even touch her without hurting themselves. She closes her eyes, channeling all of her healing power into herself, saying the words of powers She casts Heal on herself. She immediately looks like it is the beginning of the fight, the necrosis forced out of her body by the power she wields. (Could she have cast heal on the Seer for guaranteed massive damage?)
"That sounds wonderful... A vacation all to ourselves, just the time to enjoy our lives for a little while without having to think about anything else but our passions and each other. where would you want to go? I have never visited the coast before, I've heard it's beautiful, the crystal clean waters lapping against the shores, or maybe..." He looks up to the sky with her, getting lost in the moment and unable to finish his words.
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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.'
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
He laughs, a good and hearty laugh. "Alright. That's a deal." he keeps an eye out for assassins.
She leans into him as they head home. He does make eye contact with what appears to be an archer, nodding to them respectfully, as a sign they've got any outside the house.
He sets her down once back at the house. "Im gonna make a call for ya okay? Gonna get in touch with my ripper. See if he's got any lungs."
She nods, running inside of the house without them. The archer jumps from their concealed spot, a teenager with plain clothes and extra large ears.
"Yo." X says, looking at them
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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.
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
He laughs, a good and hearty laugh. "Alright. That's a deal." he keeps an eye out for assassins.
She leans into him as they head home. He does make eye contact with what appears to be an archer, nodding to them respectfully, as a sign they've got any outside the house.
He sets her down once back at the house. "Im gonna make a call for ya okay? Gonna get in touch with my ripper. See if he's got any lungs."
She nods, running inside of the house without them. The archer jumps from their concealed spot, a teenager with plain clothes and extra large ears.
"Yo." X says, looking at them
He flinches "Don't have to be so loud. I'm just here to stop assassins. Also, you shot my brother in the leg yesterday."
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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.'
He laughs, a good and hearty laugh. "Alright. That's a deal." he keeps an eye out for assassins.
She leans into him as they head home. He does make eye contact with what appears to be an archer, nodding to them respectfully, as a sign they've got any outside the house.
He sets her down once back at the house. "Im gonna make a call for ya okay? Gonna get in touch with my ripper. See if he's got any lungs."
She nods, running inside of the house without them. The archer jumps from their concealed spot, a teenager with plain clothes and extra large ears.
"Yo." X says, looking at them
He flinches "Don't have to be so loud. I'm just here to stop assassins. Also, you shot my brother in the leg yesterday."
"Sorry bout that." he says. "But your brother shot first."
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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 first and third attacks land, cutting through the Seer's shadowy body like a scalding hot knife through eldritch butter, more pained shrieking from the abomination following soon after. It wildly flails its tendrils around, directing another three strikes in Merabelle's general direction (211023 to hit, 232331 necrotic damage)- and the other two towards Omori. The little druid-in-training gets picked up again, but in a small burst of radiance from her Starry Form, the tendril is horribly burned and drops her again. Omori runs over to her mother, casting another Cure Wounds (12 HP restored).
She produces a cloth from a coat pocket, and also wipes away some tears, grinning ear to ear in a more literal sense. "We should... though, I can't think of anything that we haven't already done... Oh, maybe we could go find a place to travel to- a little vacation of sorts." She muses, looking up at the night sky.
She seems heavily hurt, especially after the two attacks that do hit her, though she does dodge the middle one with ease. She turns to Omori with concern before seeing that the arms can barely even touch her without hurting themselves. She closes her eyes, channeling all of her healing power into herself, saying the words of powers She casts Heal on herself. She immediately looks like it is the beginning of the fight, the necrosis forced out of her body by the power she wields. (Could she have cast heal on the Seer for guaranteed massive damage?)
"That sounds wonderful... A vacation all to ourselves, just the time to enjoy our lives for a little while without having to think about anything else but our passions and each other. where would you want to go? I have never visited the coast before, I've heard it's beautiful, the crystal clean waters lapping against the shores, or maybe..." He looks up to the sky with her, getting lost in the moment and unable to finish his words.
(Yep- all things life or light magic are harmful to it) The Seer looks utterly at wit's end upon seeing her regain her strength so quickly, howling with a rage so intense that the ambient icy chill of the room plummets to freezing levels. Make a Constitution save (DC 20), taking 39 cold damage plus 22 psychic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one. Omori's save: 2.
"The coast sounds lovely. And maybe after that, we can have our wedding." She adds, wrapping two of her arms around his shoulders and pulling herself a bit closer, leaning on him slightly. "Again, we'd need to figure out where and when, but we have time before that."
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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)
"Sorry bout that." he says. "But your brother shot first."
"Don't worry about it, he's in the med ward." He nods at them.
"Alright. Well, if you'll excuse me for a sec, i need to make a call."
"Take your time, I'll cover for you while you do." He walks inside, closing the door behind him.
He watches through the window as he gets through to his ripper. "Yo Doc, tell me you got some lungs on standby." he waits for a reply then nods. "Alright. 500 eddies for em? Perfect." he then hangs up and walks inside
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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 first and third attacks land, cutting through the Seer's shadowy body like a scalding hot knife through eldritch butter, more pained shrieking from the abomination following soon after. It wildly flails its tendrils around, directing another three strikes in Merabelle's general direction (211023 to hit, 232331 necrotic damage)- and the other two towards Omori. The little druid-in-training gets picked up again, but in a small burst of radiance from her Starry Form, the tendril is horribly burned and drops her again. Omori runs over to her mother, casting another Cure Wounds (12 HP restored).
She produces a cloth from a coat pocket, and also wipes away some tears, grinning ear to ear in a more literal sense. "We should... though, I can't think of anything that we haven't already done... Oh, maybe we could go find a place to travel to- a little vacation of sorts." She muses, looking up at the night sky.
She seems heavily hurt, especially after the two attacks that do hit her, though she does dodge the middle one with ease. She turns to Omori with concern before seeing that the arms can barely even touch her without hurting themselves. She closes her eyes, channeling all of her healing power into herself, saying the words of powers She casts Heal on herself. She immediately looks like it is the beginning of the fight, the necrosis forced out of her body by the power she wields. (Could she have cast heal on the Seer for guaranteed massive damage?)
"That sounds wonderful... A vacation all to ourselves, just the time to enjoy our lives for a little while without having to think about anything else but our passions and each other. where would you want to go? I have never visited the coast before, I've heard it's beautiful, the crystal clean waters lapping against the shores, or maybe..." He looks up to the sky with her, getting lost in the moment and unable to finish his words.
(Yep- all things life or light magic are harmful to it) The Seer looks utterly at wit's end upon seeing her regain her strength so quickly, howling with a rage so intense that the ambient icy chill of the room plummets to freezing levels. Make a Constitution save (DC 20), taking 39 cold damage plus 22 psychic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one. Omori's save: 2.
"The coast sounds lovely. And maybe after that, we can have our wedding." She adds, wrapping two of her arms around his shoulders and pulling herself a bit closer, leaning on him slightly. "Again, we'd need to figure out where and when, but we have time before that."
She takes a deep breath through the frigid cold, seeing Omori unable to handle it, and trying to take it all in herself, worried immensely about how this may go now. Also, if that damage is enough to knock them down, She casts Guardian of Nature on herself, and uses all of her lay on hands, which is just 15, on her. Con save:5
"We should try to take our time, we have the time to spare, for now, we should try to enjoy ourselves just a little." He leans against her just as much, wrapping one of his own arms around them. He takes out a vial of old blood, looking at it for a long couple of moments before shaking his head again.
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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.'
He watches through the window as he gets through to his ripper. "Yo Doc, tell me you got some lungs on standby." he waits for a reply then nods. "Alright. 500 eddies for em? Perfect." he then hangs up and walks inside
Tresa has gone back to bed, and the archer has had to kill another assassin, this fight more of a struggle considering he's more a ranged fighter, but he did just start cleaning up "Oh hey, how'd the call go?"
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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.'
He watches through the window as he gets through to his ripper. "Yo Doc, tell me you got some lungs on standby." he waits for a reply then nods. "Alright. 500 eddies for em? Perfect." he then hangs up and walks inside
Tresa has gone back to bed, and the archer has had to kill another assassin, this fight more of a struggle considering he's more a ranged fighter, but he did just start cleaning up "Oh hey, how'd the call go?"
"Good. My ripper says hes got a pair of lungs he can transplant into her." he says, crossing his arms
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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.
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*cut with Jester*
The mountain is relatively safe, with the occasional debris. It does help that Wind is moving all the ice and snow away
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The first and third attacks land, cutting through the Seer's shadowy body like a scalding hot knife through eldritch butter, more pained shrieking from the abomination following soon after. It wildly flails its tendrils around, directing another three strikes in Merabelle's general direction (14 21 12 to hit, 35 28 20 necrotic damage)- and the other two towards Omori. The little druid-in-training gets picked up again, but in a small burst of radiance from her Starry Form, the tendril is horribly burned and drops her again. Omori runs over to her mother, casting another Cure Wounds (14 HP restored).
She produces a cloth from a coat pocket, and also wipes away some tears, grinning ear to ear in a more literal sense. "We should... though, I can't think of anything that we haven't already done... Oh, maybe we could go find a place to travel to- a little vacation of sorts." She muses, looking up at the night sky.
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)
Evan does seem naturally inclined towards this kind of terrain, even with the snow and ice Wind does miss, they are having a great time.
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.)
They finally reach the shop
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Ugh GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She seems heavily hurt, especially after the two attacks that do hit her, though she does dodge the middle one with ease. She turns to Omori with concern before seeing that the arms can barely even touch her without hurting themselves. She closes her eyes, channeling all of her healing power into herself, saying the words of powers She casts Heal on herself. She immediately looks like it is the beginning of the fight, the necrosis forced out of her body by the power she wields. (Could she have cast heal on the Seer for guaranteed massive damage?)
"That sounds wonderful... A vacation all to ourselves, just the time to enjoy our lives for a little while without having to think about anything else but our passions and each other. where would you want to go? I have never visited the coast before, I've heard it's beautiful, the crystal clean waters lapping against the shores, or maybe..." He looks up to the sky with her, getting lost in the moment and unable to finish his words.
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 walks into the shop with them "That was fun."
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.)
(is anyone on?)
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
"Yo." X says, looking at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you free Theren?)
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
He flinches "Don't have to be so loud. I'm just here to stop assassins. Also, you shot my brother in the leg yesterday."
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.)
"Sorry bout that." he says. "But your brother shot first."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't worry about it, he's in the med ward." He nods at them.
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.)
"Alright. Well, if you'll excuse me for a sec, i need to make a call."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Take your time, I'll cover for you while you do." He walks inside, closing the door behind him.
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.)
(Yep- all things life or light magic are harmful to it) The Seer looks utterly at wit's end upon seeing her regain her strength so quickly, howling with a rage so intense that the ambient icy chill of the room plummets to freezing levels. Make a Constitution save (DC 20), taking 39 cold damage plus 22 psychic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one. Omori's save: 2.
"The coast sounds lovely. And maybe after that, we can have our wedding." She adds, wrapping two of her arms around his shoulders and pulling herself a bit closer, leaning on him slightly. "Again, we'd need to figure out where and when, but we have time before that."
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)
He watches through the window as he gets through to his ripper. "Yo Doc, tell me you got some lungs on standby." he waits for a reply then nods. "Alright. 500 eddies for em? Perfect." he then hangs up and walks inside
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes a deep breath through the frigid cold, seeing Omori unable to handle it, and trying to take it all in herself, worried immensely about how this may go now. Also, if that damage is enough to knock them down, She casts Guardian of Nature on herself, and uses all of her lay on hands, which is just 15, on her. Con save:5
"We should try to take our time, we have the time to spare, for now, we should try to enjoy ourselves just a little." He leans against her just as much, wrapping one of his own arms around them. He takes out a vial of old blood, looking at it for a long couple of moments before shaking his head again.
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.)
Tresa has gone back to bed, and the archer has had to kill another assassin, this fight more of a struggle considering he's more a ranged fighter, but he did just start cleaning up "Oh hey, how'd the call go?"
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.)
"Good. My ripper says hes got a pair of lungs he can transplant into her." he says, crossing his arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.