"All I can do with magic is make monsters, and they're kind of... they usually don't like me. So I don't make them last very long. Cooking is easier than magic. Or at least more intuitive to mortal minds."
“Wow… you make monsters? That’s cool… even if they don’t like you… I can barely even control my magic at all, I’m just… scared sometimes, and I accidentally hurt people.”
"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.”
“Friend of mine named Paracelsus. She’s absolutely insane, love her.”
"Sounds good..." She takes it. "What was the plan?"
"Heh. Sounds like fun."
“We are going to do something my people used to do when going on dates, and hunt a giant scorpion.” She begins leaning them somewhere.
“They are fun, how are things going for you?”
"There are giant scorpions around here?"
"Same as usual. As you've heard every time you've asked. Have you ever met Samaritan, by the way?"
”There are, but they usually don’t come out around strong people.” She leads them to a cave.
“Once, and we mainly talked about you. I wouldn’t call us friends, but we certainly are far from enemies.”
"Gotcha." She takes out her hammer carefully.
"Nice. What'd you think of him?"
She leads them through the cave, until they have the nest of a giant scorpion, sleeping. It seems to have several weapons stuck in its carapace, as if people have tried before.
“I think he is strong, and a good man, we didn’t talk that long, what does my opinion matter?”
“Friend of mine named Paracelsus. She’s absolutely insane, love her.”
"Sounds good..." She takes it. "What was the plan?"
"Heh. Sounds like fun."
“We are going to do something my people used to do when going on dates, and hunt a giant scorpion.” She begins leaning them somewhere.
“They are fun, how are things going for you?”
"There are giant scorpions around here?"
"Same as usual. As you've heard every time you've asked. Have you ever met Samaritan, by the way?"
”There are, but they usually don’t come out around strong people.” She leads them to a cave.
“Once, and we mainly talked about you. I wouldn’t call us friends, but we certainly are far from enemies.”
"Gotcha." She takes out her hammer carefully.
"Nice. What'd you think of him?"
She leads them through the cave, until they have the nest of a giant scorpion, sleeping. It seems to have several weapons stuck in its carapace, as if people have tried before.
“I think he is strong, and a good man, we didn’t talk that long, what does my opinion matter?”
"Oooh. What do we do?"
"Because if you insulted him I'd do things to you that would make the gods want to vomit."
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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.
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.”
"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.
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: 6 Attack: 25 Damage: 4 Attack: 12 Damage: 5 Attack: 24 Damage: 6
"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.
"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
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
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.
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."
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:11
“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.”
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"Gotcha." She takes out her hammer carefully.
"Nice. What'd you think of him?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“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.”
She leads them through the cave, until they have the nest of a giant scorpion, sleeping. It seems to have several weapons stuck in its carapace, as if people have tried before.
“I think he is strong, and a good man, we didn’t talk that long, what does my opinion matter?”
*If you want to end, sure.*
"Oooh. What do we do?"
"Because if you insulted him I'd do things to you that would make the gods want to vomit."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh yeah also I'm gone drawing hot femboy and tomboy furries*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:14 14 Damage:6 5 Scorpion con saves or take 14 3 Con save:14 21
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
*Not gay… but I do love both femboys and Tomboys, though one is better than the other.*
"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.
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 12 Damage: 6 Attack: 25 Damage: 4 Attack: 12 Damage: 5 Attack: 24 Damage: 6
"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.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
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
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
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.
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:11
“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.”