'I'm Flynn T Skiller. You might know me as the Sixth. Or as the Eradicator, the Enlightener, or even Jim Cato. I go by many names. What do you want with me?'
A striped tabaxi trudges through the cold as he heads to the tavern on top of the mountain. He wears green and yellow travelers clothing, and his striped fur is tinged with purple. His bright eyes are yellow and he smiles widely, unnaturally widely despite the frigid weather. He looks weary and ragged, but does not cease to stumble towards the tavern. His hands are extended before him and move rhythmically as he expertly catches all three of the juggling balls that he sends arcing into the air. The juggling tabaxi throws the balls high above his head, but never fails to catch them as they tumble back down, and then they are launched into the heavens once more in a perpetual cycle. He staggers to the tavern clearly exhausted. He kicks the door open with his foot for his hands occupied with his juggling, and he stumbles into the pub. He shouts a triumphant, "Hurrah!" and his unnaturally wide, toothy grin widens even more in victory.
*the tavern was actually destroyed, but we can have this happen before that. somewhat of a flashback or something*
you hear the sound of an argument escalating
The purple, juggling tabaxi looks around for the source of the argument.
A striped tabaxi trudges through the cold as he heads to the tavern on top of the mountain. He wears green and yellow travelers clothing, and his striped fur is tinged with purple. His bright eyes are yellow and he smiles widely, unnaturally widely despite the frigid weather. He looks weary and ragged, but does not cease to stumble towards the tavern. His hands are extended before him and move rhythmically as he expertly catches all three of the juggling balls that he sends arcing into the air. The juggling tabaxi throws the balls high above his head, but never fails to catch them as they tumble back down, and then they are launched into the heavens once more in a perpetual cycle. He staggers to the tavern clearly exhausted. He kicks the door open with his foot for his hands occupied with his juggling, and he stumbles into the pub. He shouts a triumphant, "Hurrah!" and his unnaturally wide, toothy grin widens even more in victory.
*the tavern was actually destroyed, but we can have this happen before that. somewhat of a flashback or something*
you hear the sound of an argument escalating
The purple, juggling tabaxi looks around for the source of the argument.
you see a man standing over a woman (who's down on her knees), and multiple dismembered 10bodies strewn around the room. the man has an axe to the woman's neck
The tabaxi chucks the three juggling balls he holds at the man with the axe. If I need to roll to hit, 10109
On a hit, the juggling balls explode in purple smoke and flashing light dealing 108 radiant damage.
A striped tabaxi trudges through the cold as he heads to the tavern on top of the mountain. He wears green and yellow travelers clothing, and his striped fur is tinged with purple. His bright eyes are yellow and he smiles widely, unnaturally widely despite the frigid weather. He looks weary and ragged, but does not cease to stumble towards the tavern. His hands are extended before him and move rhythmically as he expertly catches all three of the juggling balls that he sends arcing into the air. The juggling tabaxi throws the balls high above his head, but never fails to catch them as they tumble back down, and then they are launched into the heavens once more in a perpetual cycle. He staggers to the tavern clearly exhausted. He kicks the door open with his foot for his hands occupied with his juggling, and he stumbles into the pub. He shouts a triumphant, "Hurrah!" and his unnaturally wide, toothy grin widens even more in victory.
*the tavern was actually destroyed, but we can have this happen before that. somewhat of a flashback or something*
you hear the sound of an argument escalating
The purple, juggling tabaxi looks around for the source of the argument.
you see a man standing over a woman (who's down on her knees), and multiple dismembered 10bodies strewn around the room. the man has an axe to the woman's neck
The tabaxi chucks the three juggling balls he holds at the man with the axe. If I need to roll to hit, 10109
On a hit, the juggling balls explode in purple smoke and flashing light dealing 108 radiant damage.
Wow, I rolled low. I forgot to add the damage for the third ball, I doubt it matters, but here. It does 9 radiant damage on a hit.
A filthy, weary-looking man in a dull red cloak wanders into the wreckage of the pub. One of his arms is heavily burned and chained to a piece of broken wood. He carries a loose pile of ancient-looking papers bound together by similar chains in his free arm.
A sign around his neck reads "Malogist," "Evil doer," and "Demon speaker."
He sits down and begins to write.
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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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'Who are you? You're not the Sixth. Are you the Fourth? Get out of my head. You're disrupting the purity of my evil'
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'Ashleigh? It's you? In my mask? Of course you are. And I never hurt your sister. Not really, anyway'
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'I'm Flynn T Skiller. You might know me as the Sixth. Or as the Eradicator, the Enlightener, or even Jim Cato. I go by many names. What do you want with me?'
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'I'm not sure if I can help.'
*How did she die? Do you have backstory for that?*
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'So who did you think I am?'
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'Yes, that is me. Khargos is my sworn enemy. I am here to return the souls'
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'What do you mean? Not who? And what do you mean by not yet?'
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'I guess not. I won't truly be him until I've completed everything I've set out to do. But I will try. It's all I can do.'
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The purple, juggling tabaxi looks around for the source of the argument.
The tabaxi chucks the three juggling balls he holds at the man with the axe. If I need to roll to hit, 10 10 9
On a hit, the juggling balls explode in purple smoke and flashing light dealing 10 8 radiant damage.
Wow, I rolled low. I forgot to add the damage for the third ball, I doubt it matters, but here. It does 9 radiant damage on a hit.
A filthy, weary-looking man in a dull red cloak wanders into the wreckage of the pub. One of his arms is heavily burned and chained to a piece of broken wood. He carries a loose pile of ancient-looking papers bound together by similar chains in his free arm.
A sign around his neck reads "Malogist," "Evil doer," and "Demon speaker."
He sits down and begins to write.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.