He drops the guard to the floor and starts stalking toward her, the floor rumbling and creaking with each step as though the construction were too weak, too afraid to handle this thing. His grisly golden grin gleams gaily. He cackles, circling to corner her. "I'm boooooored! You're not getting anything done. Work faster, work harder! I want corpses!"
“We-we’re not going to kill anybody-… And I am working as hard as I can!” She yells, water From the fountain thirty feet below the balcony leaping up behind her and slithering towards Podmorski, like giant snakes of water and ice.
He leans in front of her, putting his big, meaty claws on her shoulders. He leers, inches from her face. The snakes can't see him. "Oh? On God?"
“On God… on all of the gods, DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME.” She whispers, trying to push him away. Make a constitution saving throw.
(I should have been clear, they aren’t really like water weirds or anything, Aurelia is using her powers to basically waterbend*
“Sorry, forgetful, I used to die a lot, didn’t help the memory.”
“Because I’m addicted, and want to see what happens.” She says plainly, “I don’t make wise decisions.”
“Oh? I wanna see you in them later, or maybe not, we’ll see how the day goes.”
"You're too handsome to die." he says, acting shocked.
Is that why you abducted a child?
"You'll see em, don't worry." he chuckles
“I’m not the only one.” He says with a smile, gesturing to them, a little bit of his gay coming out “And yet, I used to near constantly.”
“Abducted isn’t the right word, you can leave if you want to. You just have nothing better to do.”
He waits for the meal to cool, walking over and giving them a kiss.
"Maybe you just weren't living the right life.." he gives them a once over. "Let me guess. adventurer with a big, bi heart. basically forced to settle down at least once, but running before you could. And now you're locked down, you miss being able to experiment."
He glares at them, and he knows they're right. Neither do you!
He holds the kiss a while, holding their face
“Completely right until the last bit. With the wife I’ve got, I couldn’t have any complaints. Those days are long behind me, and any part that misses them died the day I got married, I’ve got a daughter now, I’m happy.”
“That’s why you’re here. I don’t often have company, and you only have the mind of a child. Drink this.” She holds up a vial full of something.
He eventually does pull back, smiling softly at them “You are the best choice I’ve ever made.”
"Dang, I'm usually spot on." he says, snapping his fingers. "A daughter, huh? she must be a talented bunny."
He refuses it once more, glaring.
"And you mine." he says as he puffs his blunt, hugging them.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s already got a boyfriend.” He says with a chuckle “Three out of four isn’t bad, want anything to drink friend?”
“Oh come on, this one is fine, I pinky promise.”
He hugs back, breathing in the smoke, breathing it out through his nose, “Your food should be ready soon.”
"That's not gonna make you any less thirsty, big man." He grumbles. He reaches into his closed-up stand beside him and pulls out a soda. "Drink this instead. It's home-made, so no caffeine."
He puts down the gourd onto his belt, looking at the soda for a moment before taking it and drinking it down in one go “Thank you, who are you?”
"Aldo Syrupsoft. I sell floats. And apparently get extorted and threatened by strangers a lot." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. You can guess why."
He "harrumphs" and picks Jack up by the back of his shirt collar. "Makes most people very uncomfortable. You've got some weird interests." He pokes Jack in the belly, but not hard, just feeling him in a way. "What are you?"
"Just a man." he says, shrugging lazily. "I don't judge anybody, really, and I know that within each person is somebody worth loving. No matter how deep. Why?" his legs swing as he's held up.
"Well, you may want to narrow your opinion on what qualifies as a person, then." He tosses Jack up in the air and catches him a couple times.
he chuckles, the slight wind flapping his hair about. "Are you saying you're not meant to be loved? or is it something deeper; a refusal to accept affection?"
"I was kidnapped as a child and shoved into the nightmare realm as a slave until I became a cannibalistic serial killer who ate his way through half the summer court because it was vaguely entertaining. I doubt I have the brain parts needed to reciprocate affection anymore."
*I kinda got an idea for a character but it's a bit hard to put into words. A mix between Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Falin from Dungeon Meshi, a couple bucket fills of mythology from ancient pagan civilization, the snake god Oroboros, and a heap ton of symbolism.*
"That's not gonna make you any less thirsty, big man." He grumbles. He reaches into his closed-up stand beside him and pulls out a soda. "Drink this instead. It's home-made, so no caffeine."
He puts down the gourd onto his belt, looking at the soda for a moment before taking it and drinking it down in one go “Thank you, who are you?”
"Aldo Syrupsoft. I sell floats. And apparently get extorted and threatened by strangers a lot." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. You can guess why."
He raises an eyebrow before putting a mop on his shoulders, “Can I ask you what they look like?” He says, his eyes revealing none of his plans, but his voice tinged with a soft rage.
He drops the guard to the floor and starts stalking toward her, the floor rumbling and creaking with each step as though the construction were too weak, too afraid to handle this thing. His grisly golden grin gleams gaily. He cackles, circling to corner her. "I'm boooooored! You're not getting anything done. Work faster, work harder! I want corpses!"
“We-we’re not going to kill anybody-… And I am working as hard as I can!” She yells, water From the fountain thirty feet below the balcony leaping up behind her and slithering towards Podmorski, like giant snakes of water and ice.
He leans in front of her, putting his big, meaty claws on her shoulders. He leers, inches from her face. The snakes can't see him. "Oh? On God?"
“On God… on all of the gods, DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME.” She whispers, trying to push him away. Make a constitution saving throw.
(I should have been clear, they aren’t really like water weirds or anything, Aurelia is using her powers to basically waterbend*
*I don't have updated stats for him, so I'm gonna give him a +8 like his old character sheet has. He definitely has magic resistance and intangibility, if that means anything.*
*I kinda got an idea for a character but it's a bit hard to put into words. A mix between Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Falin from Dungeon Meshi, a couple bucket fills of mythology from ancient pagan civilization, the snake god Oroboros, and a heap ton of symbolism.*
“Sorry, forgetful, I used to die a lot, didn’t help the memory.”
“Because I’m addicted, and want to see what happens.” She says plainly, “I don’t make wise decisions.”
“Oh? I wanna see you in them later, or maybe not, we’ll see how the day goes.”
"You're too handsome to die." he says, acting shocked.
Is that why you abducted a child?
"You'll see em, don't worry." he chuckles
“I’m not the only one.” He says with a smile, gesturing to them, a little bit of his gay coming out “And yet, I used to near constantly.”
“Abducted isn’t the right word, you can leave if you want to. You just have nothing better to do.”
He waits for the meal to cool, walking over and giving them a kiss.
"Maybe you just weren't living the right life.." he gives them a once over. "Let me guess. adventurer with a big, bi heart. basically forced to settle down at least once, but running before you could. And now you're locked down, you miss being able to experiment."
He glares at them, and he knows they're right. Neither do you!
He holds the kiss a while, holding their face
“Completely right until the last bit. With the wife I’ve got, I couldn’t have any complaints. Those days are long behind me, and any part that misses them died the day I got married, I’ve got a daughter now, I’m happy.”
“That’s why you’re here. I don’t often have company, and you only have the mind of a child. Drink this.” She holds up a vial full of something.
He eventually does pull back, smiling softly at them “You are the best choice I’ve ever made.”
"Dang, I'm usually spot on." he says, snapping his fingers. "A daughter, huh? she must be a talented bunny."
He refuses it once more, glaring.
"And you mine." he says as he puffs his blunt, hugging them.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s already got a boyfriend.” He says with a chuckle “Three out of four isn’t bad, want anything to drink friend?”
“Oh come on, this one is fine, I pinky promise.”
He hugs back, breathing in the smoke, breathing it out through his nose, “Your food should be ready soon.”
"I prefer men anyway." he chuckles. "I'd like orange juice."
He takes it and sniffs it
He puts his blunt close to their lips as an offer. "Thank you for cooking for me."
“Orange juice coming right up.” He grabs a glass, pouring some orange juice into it with a little flair before sliding it over to them.
It doesn’t smell bad, it smells strange, but not bad.
He takes the blunt happily, putting it between his teeth “Thank you for being someone I love.” He sits down on the couch.
He drops the guard to the floor and starts stalking toward her, the floor rumbling and creaking with each step as though the construction were too weak, too afraid to handle this thing. His grisly golden grin gleams gaily. He cackles, circling to corner her. "I'm boooooored! You're not getting anything done. Work faster, work harder! I want corpses!"
“We-we’re not going to kill anybody-… And I am working as hard as I can!” She yells, water From the fountain thirty feet below the balcony leaping up behind her and slithering towards Podmorski, like giant snakes of water and ice.
He leans in front of her, putting his big, meaty claws on her shoulders. He leers, inches from her face. The snakes can't see him. "Oh? On God?"
“On God… on all of the gods, DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME.” She whispers, trying to push him away. Make a constitution saving throw.
(I should have been clear, they aren’t really like water weirds or anything, Aurelia is using her powers to basically waterbend*
*I don't have updated stats for him, so I'm gonna give him a +8 like his old character sheet has. He definitely has magic resistance and intangibility, if that means anything.*
CON: 21
*it might mean something. What would’ve happened if he failed was that his lungs would have filled with seawater and he’d begin to suffocate.*
Suddenly, Podmorski, assuming he wouldn’t be straight up immune to this effect, coughs up a bunch of saltwater, which is… well, very unpleasant. No true harm comes to him, however. Aurelia tries to back away to the edge of the balcony, frightened out of her mind.
*I kinda got an idea for a character but it's a bit hard to put into words. A mix between Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Falin from Dungeon Meshi, a couple bucket fills of mythology from ancient pagan civilization, the snake god Oroboros, and a heap ton of symbolism.*
*I love it I love it I love it*
*I want to make the character an angel almost but a fallen angel that is peppered with religious trauma. They have a hatred towards the heavens and how they throw out anyone who asks any questions. They angelic form resembles at Peryton which is symbolic of being a creature that is all wrong in the worst ways. They asked questions about why was God allowed to harm so many in the name of the ineffable proclamation but was silenced by having their mouth sewn shut.*
"Aldo Syrupsoft. I sell floats. And apparently get extorted and threatened by strangers a lot." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. You can guess why."
He raises an eyebrow before putting a mop on his shoulders, “Can I ask you what they look like?” He says, his eyes revealing none of his plans, but his voice tinged with a soft rage.
"I couldn't tell ya, boss. It's a shapeshifter and a clandestine organization." He shrugs. "I'm sure you could take out the Xanathar Guild if you could find it somehow, but they have a lot of lairs they switch between constantly."
"Aldo Syrupsoft. I sell floats. And apparently get extorted and threatened by strangers a lot." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. You can guess why."
He raises an eyebrow before putting a mop on his shoulders, “Can I ask you what they look like?” He says, his eyes revealing none of his plans, but his voice tinged with a soft rage.
"I couldn't tell ya, boss. It's a shapeshifter and a clandestine organization." He shrugs. "I'm sure you could take out the Xanathar Guild if you could find it somehow, but they have a lot of lairs they switch between constantly."
“Don’t worry about it. Have I introduced myself? If not, I apologize.” He says, bowing his head, “Shinmon Benimaru, the destroyer. I’ll handle all of those people, you won’t have to hear from them ever again.” He cracks his neck, “I probably won’t kill them.”
*I don't have updated stats for him, so I'm gonna give him a +8 like his old character sheet has. He definitely has magic resistance and intangibility, if that means anything.*
CON: 21
*it might mean something. What would’ve happened if he failed was that his lungs would have filled with seawater and he’d begin to suffocate.*
Suddenly, Podmorski, assuming he wouldn’t be straight up immune to this effect, coughs up a bunch of saltwater, which is… well, very unpleasant. No true harm comes to him, however. Aurelia tries to back away to the edge of the balcony, frightened out of her mind.
*His body is basically a Phantasm. An illusion that can hurt you. Think of him as kind of like an Illusory Dragon spell.*
It splashes straight through him as if he weren't even there. He doesn't follow her, laughing hysterically. Not an ounce of malice... just like a child playing with a toy. "Run away home! Run away home! And you'd better be there for the trial! I'll be watching! Bwahahahaha!"
*I kinda got an idea for a character but it's a bit hard to put into words. A mix between Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Falin from Dungeon Meshi, a couple bucket fills of mythology from ancient pagan civilization, the snake god Oroboros, and a heap ton of symbolism.*
*I love it I love it I love it*
*I want to make the character an angel almost but a fallen angel that is peppered with religious trauma. They have a hatred towards the heavens and how they throw out anyone who asks any questions. They angelic form resembles at Peryton which is symbolic of being a creature that is all wrong in the worst ways. They asked questions about why was God allowed to harm so many in the name of the ineffable proclamation but was silenced by having their mouth sewn shut.*
*Hmm... I have a villain that would go well with that. I still need to develop them though.*
*You know Cursed Spirits from Jujutsu Kaisen? Well, this is basically the embodiment of Religious Trauma, but he slowly becomes an actually good person by his own volition.*
*I don't have updated stats for him, so I'm gonna give him a +8 like his old character sheet has. He definitely has magic resistance and intangibility, if that means anything.*
CON: 21
*it might mean something. What would’ve happened if he failed was that his lungs would have filled with seawater and he’d begin to suffocate.*
Suddenly, Podmorski, assuming he wouldn’t be straight up immune to this effect, coughs up a bunch of saltwater, which is… well, very unpleasant. No true harm comes to him, however. Aurelia tries to back away to the edge of the balcony, frightened out of her mind.
*His body is basically a Phantasm. An illusion that can hurt you. Think of him as kind of like an Illusory Dragon spell.*
It splashes straight through him as if he weren't even there. He doesn't follow her, laughing hysterically. Not an ounce of malice... just like a child playing with a toy. "Run away home! Run away home! And you'd better be there for the trial! I'll be watching! Bwahahahaha!"
He seems to fade away into the twilight.
After he disappears, she stays where she is for a moment, taking the whole scene in. She gets up, her clothes stained with Eladrin blood, and silently makes her way to her private quarters, not speaking a word to anyone she encounters, locking the door behind her.
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“On God… on all of the gods, DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME.” She whispers, trying to push him away. Make a constitution saving throw.
(I should have been clear, they aren’t really like water weirds or anything, Aurelia is using her powers to basically waterbend*
“Don’t even think about it. She’s already got a boyfriend.” He says with a chuckle “Three out of four isn’t bad, want anything to drink friend?”
“Oh come on, this one is fine, I pinky promise.”
He hugs back, breathing in the smoke, breathing it out through his nose, “Your food should be ready soon.”
"Aldo Syrupsoft. I sell floats. And apparently get extorted and threatened by strangers a lot." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. You can guess why."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I was afraid I wasn’t going to enjoy playing Aurelia, because that happened at one point, but this is very fun.*
"I was kidnapped as a child and shoved into the nightmare realm as a slave until I became a cannibalistic serial killer who ate his way through half the summer court because it was vaguely entertaining. I doubt I have the brain parts needed to reciprocate affection anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I kinda got an idea for a character but it's a bit hard to put into words. A mix between Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Falin from Dungeon Meshi, a couple bucket fills of mythology from ancient pagan civilization, the snake god Oroboros, and a heap ton of symbolism.*
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 raises an eyebrow before putting a mop on his shoulders, “Can I ask you what they look like?” He says, his eyes revealing none of his plans, but his voice tinged with a soft rage.
*I don't have updated stats for him, so I'm gonna give him a +8 like his old character sheet has. He definitely has magic resistance and intangibility, if that means anything.*
CON: 17
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love it I love it I love it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Orange juice coming right up.” He grabs a glass, pouring some orange juice into it with a little flair before sliding it over to them.
It doesn’t smell bad, it smells strange, but not bad.
He takes the blunt happily, putting it between his teeth “Thank you for being someone I love.” He sits down on the couch.
*it might mean something. What would’ve happened if he failed was that his lungs would have filled with seawater and he’d begin to suffocate.*
Suddenly, Podmorski, assuming he wouldn’t be straight up immune to this effect, coughs up a bunch of saltwater, which is… well, very unpleasant. No true harm comes to him, however. Aurelia tries to back away to the edge of the balcony, frightened out of her mind.
*I want to make the character an angel almost but a fallen angel that is peppered with religious trauma. They have a hatred towards the heavens and how they throw out anyone who asks any questions. They angelic form resembles at Peryton which is symbolic of being a creature that is all wrong in the worst ways. They asked questions about why was God allowed to harm so many in the name of the ineffable proclamation but was silenced by having their mouth sewn shut.*
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
"I couldn't tell ya, boss. It's a shapeshifter and a clandestine organization." He shrugs. "I'm sure you could take out the Xanathar Guild if you could find it somehow, but they have a lot of lairs they switch between constantly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Don’t worry about it. Have I introduced myself? If not, I apologize.” He says, bowing his head, “Shinmon Benimaru, the destroyer. I’ll handle all of those people, you won’t have to hear from them ever again.” He cracks his neck, “I probably won’t kill them.”
*His body is basically a Phantasm. An illusion that can hurt you. Think of him as kind of like an Illusory Dragon spell.*
It splashes straight through him as if he weren't even there. He doesn't follow her, laughing hysterically. Not an ounce of malice... just like a child playing with a toy. "Run away home! Run away home! And you'd better be there for the trial! I'll be watching! Bwahahahaha!"
He seems to fade away into the twilight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm... I have a villain that would go well with that. I still need to develop them though.*
*You know Cursed Spirits from Jujutsu Kaisen? Well, this is basically the embodiment of Religious Trauma, but he slowly becomes an actually good person by his own volition.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After he disappears, she stays where she is for a moment, taking the whole scene in. She gets up, her clothes stained with Eladrin blood, and silently makes her way to her private quarters, not speaking a word to anyone she encounters, locking the door behind her.