Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
Successes, though the former almost feels like running as the blows rain down on the two of them.
She smiles back at them, "Before or after turning into a lava person?"
They both swing in sync, aiming to take out his knees. Attack: 19 Damage: 42 Attack: 15 Damage: 39
"Before." he says with a light laugh
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:2631 Damage:15+1616+16
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
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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.'
"Probably more like you." he says, smiling as he plates the food
Successes, though the former almost feels like running as the blows rain down on the two of them.
She smiles back at them, "Before or after turning into a lava person?"
They both swing in sync, aiming to take out his knees. Attack: 19 Damage: 42 Attack: 15 Damage: 39
"Before." he says with a light laugh
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:2631 Damage:15+1616+16
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
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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.
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
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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.'
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
Val watches as she comes from... well somewhere. She's got a cigarette, dressed in less formal attire than when they first met, more looking like a mobster than a member of a prestigious restaurant. She seems to be cleaning something off of her hands, eyes lighting up when she sees them, waving with a smile.
He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
He shrugs, "Tryin' to at least." he chuckles. He stretches his arms out and huffs "Been trying to keep busy."
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 17 Hit: 29 Hit: 19
Damage: 679
He blocks the first two but the other land on his flesh. They then both line up their bats to take out his knees. Attack: 25 Damage: 45 Attack: 16 Damage: 39
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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.
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
He picks them up, smiling just a bit as he attempts to keep them stabilized "Oh, you're the boy she was talking about." He chuckles as he begins running to the station, using his field training to keep pressure on the wounds and prevent bleeding.
She lies down next to them, rubbing their arm, "I'm sorry I can't do more with my dear husband."
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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.'
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
He picks them up, smiling just a bit as he attempts to keep them stabilized "Oh, you're the boy she was talking about." He chuckles as he begins running to the station, using his field training to keep pressure on the wounds and prevent bleeding.
She lies down next to them, rubbing their arm, "I'm sorry I can't do more with my dear husband."
Blood dribbles down his chin as his paralysis slowly wears off and he slumps. Blood stains his cheeks and white shirt.
"Its okay. Your pregnant. You need the rest my love."
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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.
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 17 Hit: 29 Hit: 19
Damage: 679
He blocks the first two but the other land on his flesh. They then both line up their bats to take out his knees. Attack: 25 Damage: 45 Attack: 16 Damage: 39
He gets hit by the first one, grunting in pain but still smiling despite it [Parry Manuever: reduce damage by 10 ]. He manages to dodge the second one [Riposte Maneuver] and pulls out his dagger from his belt clip and attempts to plunge it into the neck of one of them.
Hit: 18 Damage: 8 plus 3
He then goes to take his Second Wind and regain 16 hp before clapping his hands together towards them [Thunderclap spell] (Make a DC save of 19 or take 16 thunder damage.)
Blood dribbles down his chin as his paralysis slowly wears off and he slumps. Blood stains his cheeks and white shirt.
"Its okay. Your pregnant. You need the rest my love."
He sighs, unwilling to begin the prayer for them. He takes them inside to the medical ward, calling Waka and telling them to get X sister as he works on stabilizing them with proper equipment. Medicine:15
"I'll have to pay you back for all your love, thank you so much."
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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.'
Samuel is out by the docks, helping some sea elves bring up a haul of fish. He appears to avoid the water as best he can, staying on dry land while hauling the fish. He wears no shirt, once again, and a pair of loose blue pants that seem to be made of an airy fabric. He now wears multiple silvery chain necklaces that glitter in the sunlight.
In a nearby alleyway X is bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears. Two borged out mercenaries are standing over him, bloody bats in hand as one overloads his systems with a high pitched electronic disruptor. He is paralyzed and on his knees, staring up at his enemies.
Sam, confused at the sound of someone getting a beating that is sure to end their life, follows it and peers into the alleyway. He immediately gets defensive even though he has never seen this man or the thugs, snarling "Oi lads! back away from him!"
One of them turns. "This aint your business choom." one says, his voice robotic.
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
They both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 17 Hit: 29 Hit: 19
Damage: 679
He blocks the first two but the other land on his flesh. They then both line up their bats to take out his knees. Attack: 25 Damage: 45 Attack: 16 Damage: 39
He gets hit by the first one, grunting in pain but still smiling despite it [Parry Manuever: reduce damage by 10 ]. He manages to dodge the second one [Riposte Maneuver] and pulls out his dagger from his belt clip and attempts to plunge it into the neck of one of them.
Hit: 18 Damage: 8 plus 3
He then goes to take his Second Wind and regain 16 hp before clapping his hands together towards them [Thunderclap spell] (Make a DC save of 19 or take 16 thunder damage.)
The knife clangs off his metal neck as the merc smiles.
SAves: 1920
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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.
Blood dribbles down his chin as his paralysis slowly wears off and he slumps. Blood stains his cheeks and white shirt.
"Its okay. Your pregnant. You need the rest my love."
He sighs, unwilling to begin the prayer for them. He takes them inside to the medical ward, calling Waka and telling them to get X sister as he works on stabilizing them with proper equipment. Medicine:15
"I'll have to pay you back for all your love, thank you so much."
X lays on the table, staring at the ceiling as they slowly stabilize him.
He smiles. "You being with me is paying me back enough."
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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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He smiles and waves back. He finishes up helping the sea levels before speaking to them in elvish before turning away and walking over to Val.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Sorry mate, it is." He folds his arms "Get outta here."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He slaps away both blows, looking back to X for a moment to see how he's holding up before swinging both fists up at each of their chins. To hit:26 31 Damage:15+16 16+16
"I hope so, though it'll make explaining this whole thing a little difficult." She says with a chuckle, gesturing them over to sit next to her.
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 both turn to him, spinning their bats. "back off."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She waits for them, leaning against a post that's about her height, which isn't very tall. She tips her hat to them, sharp teeth glistening in her smile "Good to see you again, Sam. Have a good day?"
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.)
X is still paralyzed, blood dripping down his face. The mercenaries heads make a sickening crunch as they die.
"It'll be all okay." he says, sitting down with his food
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He finishes the prayer, setting their bodies ablaze "May your souls return to the great flame of fire." He walks over to X after turning off the machine, cauterizing his woulds with the flames, allowing them to regain 40hp.
She nods, leaning against them, looking tired despite resting all day, rubbing their hair.
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.)
All his wounds are internal as he mutters a name softly. "Waka..."
He smiles happily, munching on his breakfast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs and cracks his knuckles before rearing his arm back and delivering three punches to the closest one.
Hit: 17 Hit: 29 Hit: 19
Damage: 6 7 9
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He shrugs, "Tryin' to at least." he chuckles. He stretches his arms out and huffs "Been trying to keep busy."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He blocks the first two but the other land on his flesh. They then both line up their bats to take out his knees. Attack: 25 Damage: 45 Attack: 16 Damage: 39
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He picks them up, smiling just a bit as he attempts to keep them stabilized "Oh, you're the boy she was talking about." He chuckles as he begins running to the station, using his field training to keep pressure on the wounds and prevent bleeding.
She lies down next to them, rubbing their arm, "I'm sorry I can't do more with my dear husband."
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.)
"I've noticed, you're glistening with sweat." She says with a chuckle, holding up a bottle, "Want a drink? I've got plenty to spare."
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.)
Blood dribbles down his chin as his paralysis slowly wears off and he slumps. Blood stains his cheeks and white shirt.
"Its okay. Your pregnant. You need the rest my love."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gets hit by the first one, grunting in pain but still smiling despite it [Parry Manuever: reduce damage by 10 ]. He manages to dodge the second one [Riposte Maneuver] and pulls out his dagger from his belt clip and attempts to plunge it into the neck of one of them.
Hit: 18 Damage: 8 plus 3
He then goes to take his Second Wind and regain 16 hp before clapping his hands together towards them [Thunderclap spell] (Make a DC save of 19 or take 16 thunder damage.)
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He sighs, unwilling to begin the prayer for them. He takes them inside to the medical ward, calling Waka and telling them to get X sister as he works on stabilizing them with proper equipment. Medicine:15
"I'll have to pay you back for all your love, thank you so much."
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 seems hesitant but then takes it, smiling back.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
The knife clangs off his metal neck as the merc smiles.
SAves: 19 20
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The alcohol is sweet, clearly quality, but alcohol nonetheless, "You can have it, a gift for 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.)
X lays on the table, staring at the ceiling as they slowly stabilize him.
He smiles. "You being with me is paying me back enough."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.