A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
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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.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
Phoenix tilts his head and then turns sharply, grabbing at the mans weapon.
STR: 28
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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.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
Phoenix tilts his head and then turns sharply, grabbing at the mans weapon.
STR: 28
He's able to grab the weapon, the figure pushing it into his back as he turns, "I said don't-"
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
Phoenix tilts his head and then turns sharply, grabbing at the mans weapon.
STR: 28
He's able to grab the weapon, the figure pushing it into his back as he turns, "I said don't-"
Phoenix yanks the weapon away and jabs his hand into the mans neck.
Attack: 11 Damage: 15
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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.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
"what the..."
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
Phoenix tilts his head and then turns sharply, grabbing at the mans weapon.
STR: 28
He's able to grab the weapon, the figure pushing it into his back as he turns, "I said don't-"
Phoenix yanks the weapon away and jabs his hand into the mans neck.
Attack: 11 Damage: 15
Somehow, the weapon resists his yank, the figure remaining armed (eldritch knight bond weapon -^-)
Their plate provides good enough protection, actually hurting to hit. "Is this how you treat everyone you follow into an alley?" They say, raising a hand to his face, swirling masses of magic forming in their palm
*I've got a character I've been working on for a while, but their abilities don't really translate well into DnD. I made a monk subclass, but Monk doesn't really fit what I have in mind. What I want is sort of a magical brute, like a barb or paladin with a polearm but all their attacks are magic instead of weapons. Otherwise, It would be nearly identical.*
*I've got a character I've been working on for a while, but their abilities don't really translate well into DnD. I made a monk subclass, but Monk doesn't really fit what I have in mind. What I want is sort of a magical brute, like a barb or paladin with a polearm but all their attacks are magic instead of weapons. Otherwise, It would be nearly identical.*
A green-hooded figure walks into the cafe, whistling, the clink of a sword in its sheath accentuating a slight limp.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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"what the..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There's a clink as the end of a sheat presses into his back. A warped voice dpeaking, "State Yuri reason to follow me. And don't move unless you want to become sishimi"
Phoenix tilts his head and then turns sharply, grabbing at the mans weapon.
STR: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He's able to grab the weapon, the figure pushing it into his back as he turns, "I said don't-"
Phoenix yanks the weapon away and jabs his hand into the mans neck.
Attack: 11 Damage: 15
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We'll talk later"
psychopath ^-^
Kayla’s Investigation 13
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
Total fail lol
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
Somehow, the weapon resists his yank, the figure remaining armed (eldritch knight bond weapon -^-)
Their plate provides good enough protection, actually hurting to hit. "Is this how you treat everyone you follow into an alley?" They say, raising a hand to his face, swirling masses of magic forming in their palm
Yep lol
While they didn't find ozzy, they did intact find a wagon wheel lodged into a wall
*I've got a character I've been working on for a while, but their abilities don't really translate well into DnD. I made a monk subclass, but Monk doesn't really fit what I have in mind. What I want is sort of a magical brute, like a barb or paladin with a polearm but all their attacks are magic instead of weapons. Otherwise, It would be nearly identical.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*wild magic barbarian and flavor us free*
Kayla tries to Investigate again to see if she can find any clues from the crashed wheel where Ozzy might have gone.
Investigation 11
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
Hey can we start new quote chains please? Thank you (^w^)
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
While the wheel led to nothing, she does find ozzy unconscious in a nearby alleyway
Kayla rushes over to him. She tries to stabilize him if he needs stabilizing, or wake him up if he’s ok.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
He's still breathing, though whatever is happening to him doesn't look too good
A green-hooded figure walks into the cafe, whistling, the clink of a sword in its sheath accentuating a slight limp.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Kayla tries to take care of him as best as she can and at least wake him up.
Medicine 9
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
*al's off*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)