"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
“Okay… I’ll try to meet someone who can teach me more about my powers.” He notices that his mask has tilted slightly and moves it back to the way it was before, “You’re nice Austin.”
"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 12 Damage: 7 Attack: 25 Damage: 9 Attack: 13 Damage: 8 Attack: 26 Damage: 10
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
“Okay… I’ll try to meet someone who can teach me more about my powers.” He notices that his mask has tilted slightly and moves it back to the way it was before, “You’re nice Austin.”
"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
He watches them drain, looking slightly hungry at the sight of the chicken “Can I have a little bit once it’s done cooling?”
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
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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.
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
“Okay… I’ll try to meet someone who can teach me more about my powers.” He notices that his mask has tilted slightly and moves it back to the way it was before, “You’re nice Austin.”
"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
He watches them drain, looking slightly hungry at the sight of the chicken “Can I have a little bit once it’s done cooling?”
"You can have those two. They'll be safe to eat in about two minutes, I think. But be cautious. If it hurts, don't do it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:12 Scorpion init:13
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 15
"Oh?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
“Okay… I’ll try to meet someone who can teach me more about my powers.” He notices that his mask has tilted slightly and moves it back to the way it was before, “You’re nice Austin.”
"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
He watches them drain, looking slightly hungry at the sight of the chicken “Can I have a little bit once it’s done cooling?”
"You can have those two. They'll be safe to eat in about two minutes, I think. But be cautious. If it hurts, don't do it."
He waits for them to be safe to eat before taking two. He takes off his gloves, revealing hands that don’t have prints on them, beginning to eatZ
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
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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.
*idk here have some goobers* Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
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"Thanks! Being nice makes me feel nice." He checks the chicken legs, then puts them on a rack to drain.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 12 Damage: 7 Attack: 25 Damage: 9 Attack: 13 Damage: 8 Attack: 26 Damage: 10
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*say baal, you wanna rp?*
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'm back. Here are characters.*
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He watches them drain, looking slightly hungry at the sight of the chicken “Can I have a little bit once it’s done cooling?”
He sees Gravedigger walk by
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You can have those two. They'll be safe to eat in about two minutes, I think. But be cautious. If it hurts, don't do it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:12 Scorpion init:13
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 15
"Oh?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
He waits for them to be safe to eat before taking two. He takes off his gloves, revealing hands that don’t have prints on them, beginning to eatZ
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*idk here have some goobers*
Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”