Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
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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.
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Basil looks to Basil, clearly slightly worried, although he waves
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Basil looks to Basil, clearly slightly worried, although he waves
Basil narrows his eyes, sensing someone watching him before pulling out his dagger and grumbling "What do ya want?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
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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.
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Basil looks to Basil, clearly slightly worried, although he waves
Basil narrows his eyes, sensing someone watching him before pulling out his dagger and grumbling "What do ya want?"
He says in a tone as calm as he can muster "Hello"
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
Anson reaches for his noise cancelling headphones and puts them on, grumbling.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Alright. I'm not sure if it counts as a negation ability- or if it does, I don't know the name- but I can do this." She walks over to the shadow of a nearby tree, and sinks into it, disappearing from sight. She then emerges from another tree's shadow behind them.
Helianth bursts into flames, and a roaring, whirling mass of white-hot fire spews forth from each sunflower head like the breath of a dragon. It casts fire storm, arranging the storm to fill as much of the room as possible while not touching Tim or the table he is on top of. (DC 20 Dex save, 36 fire damage)
He raises an eyebrow, decently impressed by that from what his expression tells "I haven't seen someone who can teleport through shadows in a bit. It seems Top was at least a little bit right about you, good job kid."
Dex save:15 His invisibility drops as he appears in a corner of the room, his skin burning.
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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.'
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
Anson reaches for his noise cancelling headphones and puts them on, grumbling.
Alex notices this. He stops playing his guitar and just sits in silence.
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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.
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
Anson reaches for his noise cancelling headphones and puts them on, grumbling.
Alex notices this. He stops playing his guitar and just sits in silence.
Anson grumbles and waves a hand "You can continue playing, I don't care."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
Anson reaches for his noise cancelling headphones and puts them on, grumbling.
Alex notices this. He stops playing his guitar and just sits in silence.
Anson grumbles and waves a hand "You can continue playing, I don't care."
"I dont want to make you upset sir..."
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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.
*[Throws characters at a wall]*
*T A K E T H E M.*
Basil is setting out snare traps around his camp, looking to catch a morning meal for himself. He could go out and shoot some deer but that would alert folks to his location.
Sable is lying on the rotting wooden floor of the Marrow House, reading a book on historical evidence of god. He looks bored but tired mostly.
Anson is fixing what looks like a little music box, the halfling sitting at the bar and working on it. He takes it apart, cleans the insides, and then puts it back together.
Samaritan is in the restaurant, making an order that came in from the morning rush of folks.
Edward is with Gigli and Adeline, opening up the clinic for the day. He is trying to avoid them but is failing horribly as they keep seeming to slip into his office to annoy him.
Aldwin is in the library, looking over book about plants. He is thinking of building a greenhouse outside for his plants.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A young man is playing his guitar in the tavern. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Basil looks to Basil, clearly slightly worried, although he waves
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.
She nods
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. Just, try not to die" She looks to the fight, ready to help if he needs it
She blinks, confused
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.
Anson narrows his eyes, his already grumpy attitude getting worse.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He leaves the arena, wiping the blood away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Basil narrows his eyes, sensing someone watching him before pulling out his dagger and grumbling "What do ya want?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The melody is soothing and slow, its clear he's not trying to annoy anyone
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mavis is also at the library, looking through a book about gardening.
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 says in a tone as calm as he can muster "Hello"
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.
Anson reaches for his noise cancelling headphones and puts them on, grumbling.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Aldwin extends the book to her, smiling. He pushes his dreads from his eyes and tied them back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He raises an eyebrow, decently impressed by that from what his expression tells "I haven't seen someone who can teleport through shadows in a bit. It seems Top was at least a little bit right about you, good job kid."
Dex save:15 His invisibility drops as he appears in a corner of the room, his skin burning.
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.)
Alex notices this. He stops playing his guitar and just sits in silence.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good place to end for that one. Unless you want to continue.*
Merabelle takes a fighting stance, raising her fists, smiling broadly. I12nit:
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.)
Anson grumbles and waves a hand "You can continue playing, I don't care."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I wouldnt mind continuing*
Init: 15
Theren cracks his knuckles, getting into a stance
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I dont want to make you upset sir..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't, putting them down soon after taking a few hits himself.
He puts his mop over his shoulder, turning his eyes to them "Who are 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.)