*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
*Sorry, I need a little break from running this tavern.*
*Oh, OK! That's fine.*
*Yeah no worries. Sorry if i've been a little demanding.*
*It's okay. You've just been annoying me nonstop since the tavern opened, so it's fine.*
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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.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
*Sorry, I need a little break from running this tavern.*
*Oh, OK! That's fine.*
*Yeah no worries. Sorry if i've been a little demanding.*
*It's okay. You've just been annoying me nonstop since the tavern opened, so it's fine.*
*I'll shut up now *Zips mouth closed**
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (27).
*is there a description?*
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
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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.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
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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.
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*It's okay. You've just been annoying me nonstop since the tavern opened, so it's fine.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll shut up now *Zips mouth closed**
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (27).
*is there a description?*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 27 Damage: 7
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.